As Patience skirted the boulders perched along the cliff’s edge, she smiled to find her thoughts in such a direction. Seven months ago she was but a... girl with little ken of the ways of love, much less those of the body. She peered out to sea as if her glance could take on seven league boots and catch sight of the Excelsior, the clipper on which Harry was third mate. A year ago she would not have predicted that she would be Mrs. Henry Gardiner, nor living in a ‘fancy cottage’ at the edge of. There were no thoughts of breaking that kiss , only a delicious desire for matters to move on to the next level. Throughout , her hands had been placed on the wall…now she began moving them up and down over her skimpy dress and stockinged thighs. The tinny voice barked out an other command….Trish obeyed, dropping her arms flat to her sides. She had been told to do this and to shuffle her lower body close to the wall. At just the correct height she felt her mons press against another rubber. Compared to Mal, Marco is milk chocolate. Dark eyes. Darker hair. His body is a lot more thinner than mine, a little bony. And his dick is a lot smaller too, five inches. Little girth. I often joked that he had a pencil dick. No more fatter than the finger on his incredibly fat mother. But he knew how to use it, and his slender body came to advantage when finding ways to really pleasure my prostate. Send me to heaven, though my body was hot like hell and we ended in a pool of sweat and cum.. Roberto loves red lips. And please, putyour bra on. It's gorgeous!" As she slid out the door, she noted that,"Sr. Roberto will be here shortly,"."I was feeling kinda dreamy, so instead of putting on my bra right after Ifinished my coffee, I took my top off and lay on the floor with my feet upon a chair, so I could bask in the sun streaming in through the windows.I felt like cat. A few moments later, while I was still zoned out,Roberto knocked on the door, and like the previous night, stuck.