I looked down at her chest; rising and falling gently, her eyes; serenely shut but with lashes fluttering ever so slightly. Did she dream?Hast thou he...ard the butterfliesWhat they say betwixt their wings?Or in stillest eveningsWith what voice the violet woosTo his heart the silver dews? This night was anything but still. Outside, rain and wind pelted the glass balcony doors and I could see a swirling, spectral sky pulse with lightning. I blew out all the candles and held her close to me in the. By the time the Captain was fed, showered, shaved and then dressed it was approaching 8am. Most of the ship were awake and there was a good buzz of activity on the deck. Tara requested that we leave in two hours to catch the right tide and the Captain stood on the Upper Deck surveying the mass of bodies eagerly preparing for the ships departure.By 9:30am the entire village had lined up on the beach to see us off. The Chief had come aboard one last time to thank the Captain for all the hard work. I suck her toes, which someone told me is called 'shrimping.' And then I work back up to her pussy, ass and breasts. I allow her to build slowly. Slowly she starts to grind against me. I run my fingers deep in her ass and she explodes. I lap up her juices and snuggle next to her.She whispers in my ear: Move your stuff in here tomorrow. You will sleep with us this month.I ask: What about Gloria?Adel smiles, kisses me and says: She will be here with you tomorrow, I will not. You will be with Paul. He had retired as a Brig. General and they both had vowed that as soon as that happened they would move somewhere along the south Jersey coast, especially since Betty had been born and raised in Longport. Sadly, Betty had passed away about six years later from cancer, but George continued to live in the small, seaside cottage."Hi, George. I'm here by myself this time." I shouted back. I could see a question in his eyes. I knew what he was thinking, Shelly was always with me - why not now?George.