She had been shaken to her very core by the satisfying pounding he had given her on the very first night onboard his ship. Now he has taken to just cu...ddling her next to him in the bunk like she is his long lost sister stroking her feminine goodies but not inserting his much-needed tool. His attitude infuriates her to the degree that she is sorely tempted to strike him with her fist. She wants to shout out that she needs him inside her but she is far too fearful of his reaction. Her resentment. My sense of touch is heightened even more without light. Our calves are pressed together firmly but it’s comfortable. Our thighs are close but separated with a gap that’s enforced by the small dip in our seats. I want to touch more of her but there’s a marginal uncertainty so I proceed carefully. Even with its unsureness, the silent conversation between our muscles continues in a communication that verges on imperceptible. I set out to develop this. Slowly I allow the bobbing of the road to. ’ Both Chet and Allen smile wide and lead us to their bedroom. The house is a mess, clearly the site of a great party. Plastic cups and other bits of garbage are strewn about on the floor. In just the short amount of time we were talking on the couch, the house was transformed from people talking, drinking, and having a good time to naked, fucking and having an even better time. As we walk through the living room I take notice of all the couples in various locations doing whatever feels good to. Mary will still take the pictures of me pegging you, but I will erase them if you make it up to me this afternoon." Yes, Jane, yes! I'll do anything, just don't post those pictures." Okay, then, unclip the leash from your balls and go fetch my favorite strap on." While he was gone, Jane removed her skirt and blouse, but she was still wearing her panties and bra, though there was a wet spot on her panties over her pussy. This made it possible for the other seven women to see that she had no.