Standing a head taller, I got a good whiff of her perfume, Chanel No. 5, I think, and its effect went right to my crotch. Odd, I thought, that a simpl...e sniff of perfume on a perfect stranger could get the attention of my , at present, under-utilized maleness, but I dismissed it as nothing totally out of the ordinary. I told her I was interested in checking out the wiring and plumbing in the cellar, and that she need not get dirty climbing down the cobweb strewn stairs, so she waited in the. He got up and pulled me up and had me get on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed as he stood behind me. "Oh my God," I thought to myself. I love this position and I knew if this position was how he wanted to come that I would explode. My favorite position is doggy-style like this, while I am getting my hair pulled. He grabbed a hold of a handful of my long blonde hair before he did ANYTHING else. He then pulled me towards him and didn't even have to use a hand to guide his throbbing cock. Apparently she was staying for a while. "Love what you've done with the place," she joked. I hadn't changed a thing since she left, so I just smiled slightly in reply. Looking at pictures on the wall that showed our family in various places, doing all the things families do she said, "You might want to take down some of these pictures of you and me. Your girlfriends might think you still have a thing for your ex." As she said this she turned to look me in the eyes, the barest hint of a smile. While I was involved with the various agencies, Willy and Josh were trying to get more information about the Huntly and its location. They asked around the docks in Portland and were unable to find out anything about the ship except that the crew was unfriendly and no one from the port was allowed to get on board, with the exception of the pilot. When they asked about the pilot they were directed to a seedy house on the edge of the docks where he might be found, otherwise he would be propping.