Sometimes it takes hours, but I always end up buried to the hilt in my wife; that's the object of the exercise after all.It took three months, but wor...k eventually began at a boatyard slap-bang in the middle of the Midlands. It was going to be fun transporting her to the sea. We tracked down the 'gear' – steering mechanism, 'daisy-cutter' wheel, winches, windlass, anchor and chain, and spars – of an ancient wooden barge that had sadly just been let go too long. Building from scratch meant that. Knowing if I’m stopped by a policeman, I’ll have a hard time explaining why I’m wearing so little. The thought makes me wet and I feel soaked ,though I know by the end of the night I’ll have ribbons of cum running over my body. I grab a pair of satin laced thigh high stockings, a pair of white high heels and head back to the bathroom. I pull my long hair up in chopsticks twisting and pushing them in. My curly hair falling over the chopsticks but now off my neck. Picking up my left leg. I was still dopey, when I awoke at seven. The cobwebs cleared finally around eight. By the time the call came from Lamar, I was pretty much back in the game."Meet us in the lobby in ten minutes," Lamar said to me."Right," I replied. Lamar was about to get a surprised. Unlike most women I would be a few minutes early. I was always early, usually at least a few minutes, sometimes much more. When I got to the lobby, I found Lemar standing with two strangers. One was a male, who looked like Albert. Looking down, I watched her begin at the base and then slurp her way over the entire surface of my staff. It only took a few minutes, and then my cock was shiny with her saliva. She slipped back down to her previous position, and again not looking . . . grasped my cock at the base and then squeezing it . . . began to move her hand up and down.“How does this feel,” she asked. I couldn’t believe her question.“It feels fucking amazing Ellie. But it won’t last for very long,” I warned. “I’m.