All I think about is his cock.I glance down at it. It looks great in the flaccid state, and then I think about how much better it will look hardened. ...I have the opportunity to see 12-inches of male flesh. All I have to do is take off my blouse. I just have to show him my bra. It seems like a small price to pay, I mean, considering... My fingers move up to unbutton the top button of my uniform. Then they continue down to the second. I notice when I reach cleavage. I notice it in the reaction of. I can’t and I’m too old now for that…I would if I could. He’s the kind of guy that makes you want to be his mistress. Even a simple touch seems electric; it’s to the point that, when he kisses me, my entire body seems to want to melt. This was yesterday…Today, at noon, I began to have an orgasm while we were engaged in a deep wet open-mouthed kiss. We were in the missionary position, he was trying to fuck me through the bed and, when it started, it felt like my entire body was just going to. It would mean the world to us. To me. You’ll do anything for your husband, won’t you? You trust me, don’t you?? She tilted her head. His eyes softened; those were the blue eyes she had fallen for six years ago. His was the firm chin, the dreamboat jawline with its rough skin, and the short, sandy hair that she adored. His voice became deeper and warmer as he promised her that only he had the key to the door of the cubicle. He admitted that the mirror was a two-way device and people could. "We need to shop. There's a store across the street or we could go to a Chandlery ... or even Wal-Mart." The store is good," I said. "Someone needs to stay with the boat." You have 'this feeling'?" mom asked."Trust those feelings ... they're usually right."Mom left and was gone ... and came back with big bags and a driver. He unloaded and left.I hadn't gone back aboard since the Coasties left. We carried ... and looked ... carried and looked. The interior was truly messy but nothing looked ....