"I've been working on these since I was in high school. It's my dream home, but on a much larger scale," she confessed. "I could almost draw it in my ...sleep."I looked up from the drawings to gaze into her eyes. "I see that Narvenia was correct. We must be soul mates because I love what you are showing me," I told her sincerely. Her eyes shone wide as she excitedly began to point out all the features she had designed into the home.When I asked her about the basement, she hesitated before. Reggie smiled and gave a little nod toward the bow. I understood, and followed in the path that Emile had set.The boy was naked and positioned on the bow sprint, which jutted out over the prow, with the ship’s figurehead--a wooden rendition of Reggie’s buxom wife, Nevis, suspended underneath it. The boy was lying on the sprint where it attached to the prow. A bump had been attached there that elevated his pelvis, whether he lay on it on his back or his belly. His legs were spread, with his feet. I love playing with your cock.This feels so good.” She threw her head back, looking up at the ceiling, rubbing herself harder.“Yeah, use my cock,” I said to her, loving how her clit felt as she rubbed the tip of my sensitive cock.“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh baby, baby, I love this I don’t want this to end,” she said, her eyes closed as she rubbed the tip of my cock harder against her clit, moving it around in a small circle, using my cock like it was her pleasure toy.Watching her holding my cock in her. She loved to open her legs and flash that smooth, sometimes panty-less, perfect pussy. Her clit, always swollen and clearly defined as it was the size of half my little finger and with her pubic hair so baby fine, you could comb it however it was so thin you could still see her skin. She was always wet and when she opened her legs she saw how grown men started treating her different than the other girls her age, by letting her stay up later and swim with the grown-ups at night when all the.