I suppose it’s like an alcoholic trying to avoid drinking for a couple of days…instead of dismissing the whole thing and going about my business, ...I found myself constantly running over scenarios in my mind. What would she say to me? How would I react? What mysterious reason for the whole thing might pop up? I guess by losing the battle with my imagination, I pretty much lost the fight. I had my IPod on shuffle on the way over, but I had to turn it off a few blocks back when it came to John. Rising from the bed I took off my jeans and shoes and pulled her slowly by the legs until her bare pulsating mound was itches from my face. She slowly opened her legs by instinct. I traced kisses and my tongue down her inner thighs, teasing her. I traced my tongue over the tips of her up and down her quivering folds as I gently stroked and caressed her thighs. She whimpered. I teased a single finger down her folds as my tongue lightly touched her clit, and then made slow deliberate circular. Feeling every contour of her body her muscles quivering as he lightly touches her buttocks letting his middle finders run down between the crevasse of her buttocks his finger tip reaching her rear entrance slowly he applies a small amount of pressure inserting his finger even deeper into her. She leans in to him laying her head against his chest, she can feel his chest expanding and contracting with every breath that he takes. Helen lifts her right leg up so that he can gain a better entry. As Carpenter's Assistant, I shared space in the Starboard Forecastle with the Loblolly Boy, Cabin Boy, and the Sailmaker's Apprentice. We all had room to hang our Canvas Hammocks side by side, with no Stacking. The Deck Hands amidships had to Hang theirs Three Deep, but still more roomy than most Sailing Vessels. The Purser, First and Second Mates each had their own modest Quarters with Bunks and Table. I made myself Agreeable to All and Sundry, being a Willing and Cheerful Helpmate to my Crew.