1 comments/ 64243 views/ 5 favorites What Money Can't Buy By: charles7 I have written a few stories. Mostly I have received positive and encouraging response from the readers, but some have expressed their disapproval of my bad command of the English language. Living in a country where we have two domestic languages combined with the need of a third language not being English, the result is that there are some flaws in my English. Therefore I can only apologize for the mistakes I make. Still I like to write in English - isn't that a way to improve your command of the language? I am a 51 years old widower. I have a daughter 23 years old. I'm rich, terribly rich. For my age I'm good looking. I have it all, except love. Why? My dear wife died. Cancer is a terrible decease. Sometimes you can't do anything, no matter what you do. She left me five years ago. We were a very happy couple to the very last. Since then my one and only purpose in life has been Cindy, my adorable lovely daughter. She is doing fine. Her studies go well. She is close to being a doctor of medicine, only 23. I love her, but I'm miss love, the love between man and woman. Why? I meet a lot with friends, I'm approached by a lot of women. Some of them are married, some not. The married ones I desist, the others I try out. Some of them are good, others aren't. But I do not get the right feeling. Why? They do not put up to Mary's standards, not even close. And, what are they after, my wealth or me? Who can tell? To be honest, most certainly many would be happy with me, also without my dollars. Anyway, this was the situation. I wasn't very happy. Came the day when Cindy brought home her first boyfriend. He was nice. I liked him. We got along fine, the three of us. But after a while they tended to have other interests. We could sit together for a while, and then they went off to do something. I didn't exactly want to know what. This went on for a couple of months. One evening Cindy asked if I would mind come over to Harry's place. She wanted me to meet with his parents. "Is this then that serious?" I asked. "In a way, yes, but not necessarily so," she replied. It was agreed that we should visit Harry's family the next Thursday evening. On said evening we went over to the Browns. Harry and his parents John and Joan met outside their large house. We shook hands, properly introduced by Harry. We walked around the house to the pool area. Their pool was bigger than our. In a shaded area by the pool, we were introduced to Harry's elder sister Amy. She was preparing drinks. She looked fabulous. She had dark hair, almost black, reaching almost down to her waist. She had a wonderful face, a very good-looking nose and her mouth was just the right size. She had a nice suntan. She was looking at me with her green-blue eyes when asking what my pleasure was. She was clad in a very nice sundress exposing her formidable legs. Her breasts looked tremendous. They were quite large. If they were firm, they would be the most exquisite breasts I have ever seen. I was intoxicated. She was beautiful and looking intelligent at the same time. That's not very common. She repeated her question about my pleasure. I couldn't tell her what my pleasures were, so I asked for a scotch. She handed me my drink with a marvelous smile. She was the loveliest woman I had seen for many years, if ever. I had to withdraw. I chatted with John, - Jack as he was called among friends. The others joined us as we sat down around a table. We got acquainted. Among other things we discussed some politics. We all agreed that in spite of the nice tax-policy of Mr. George W. Bush, he was a pest. He was distributing wealth the wrong way. After having expressed our mutual disgust, we changed subject. We didn't want to destroy the evening. I was told that Amy had a small house of her own, not very far away. She had just recently finished her law studies and was now practicing in Jack's law firm. She was doing well, for being green, Jack explained with a laugh. We all joined. I had to concentrate not to stare at her too much. She had a wonderful voice, very pleasant, but sexy at the same time. I was further informed that Harry had bought a house as well. The former owners were to move out within the month. The family seemed to have their things in good shape. Being an architect, I volunteered my help, if needed. After a few more drinks, we entered the house. It looked rich, everything done with good taste. As I commented on this, I was informed that it was the making of Joan - she was an interior-architect. "The dinner is served," came from the doorway. There was a lovely Mexican maid announcing this. We all moved to the dining room. I was placed between Joan and Amy facing Cindy. The dinner was exquisite. The table conversation was animated. I enjoyed it all tremendously. I sensed Amy's presence all the time. I was careful not to look at her too often. Jack told a story. We all laughed. As we did so, Amy quite spontaneously placed her hand on my lap. I looked at her. She looked at me, still laughing. Then she removed her hand. I slowly recovered. She was too lovely to be true. We had coffee in the living room. Joan served Cognac, a very good brand. Now came the news, obviously the cause of this visit. "What would you say, Dad, if I move in with Harry to his new house?" Cindy asked. One billion thoughts rushed through my head. Did I like the prospect? Harry was very nice. He could be a good husband for Cindy. I would be alone in the house. How would that feel? Not good. But it was natural that she would leave. Did I feel pity for myself? Yes, I did, but I shouldn't. I sipped at my Cognac. "You could do worse," I answered with a laugh. Hope it went home. "Have you all discussed this earlier?" I then asked looking at the others. "Yes, we have," Joan said. "We like Cindy very much. We think they fit together very well," she added. "We thought it proper that we get acquainted before the decision is made," Jack filled in. The young couple looked so happy together. "I find Harry a very good man for my little baby," I declared, "just start planning." "This needs celebrating. How about some Champagne?" Jack asked. We split a large bottle of the sparkling drink. Finally I thought it was time to take leave. "I like to thank you all for a formidable evening," I said. "I think it's time to go home now," I added. "I thought I would stay over," Cindy declared. "OK, then I can test how it feels to be at home alone," I said laughing. "We must order a cab. I can't drive. Can you bring home the car in the morning, Cindy?" I asked. "Sure, I will," Cindy said. You can drop me at the university. I don't want to take my car tomorrow. "Charles, can I come with the same taxi? I live in your direction," Amy asked. "But of course," I replied with a smile. We took farewell and climbed into the waiting taxi. Amy gave the address and we were on our way. As we were approaching her house in a nice area Amy bluntly asked; "As you are an architect, could you come and have a look at my house? There are some plans I would like to discuss with you." "Sure, no problem. It's late but why not?" I replied. I told the taxi to wait, but Amy explained that the project was quite complex and therefore suggested that I pay off the car. What could I do? I paid off the taxi. Amy took my hand and led the way around the house. In the backyard she had a small swimming pool. The lights were on in the living room facing the pool area. There was a wall around the area. Obviously no one could see pool and its surroundings. "Are you in a hurry? I would like to take a night swim," she explained. "How about you?" I felt dizzy. "OK. Do you have some swimming trunks I could borrow?" I asked. "You don't need any here. The area is quite secluded," Amy told me and started to strip. As she didn't have much on in the first place, she was nude in a matter of seconds. My eyes almost popped out of its sockets. Her breasts were just as firm as I never dared to expect. She stood there, looking at me in anticipation. I started to pull off my clothes, slowly at first, but then I speeded it up. As I was nude, she said: "You are very polite, Charley," looking at my very large and very erect dick with a smile. Usually I'm never shy, but this time I felt embarrassed. She was so young, more than twenty years younger than me. "You look absolutely gorgeous," I replied trying to neglect her comment. "You are very handsome, yourself, and just so witty that I like it," she said. She went to the pool and dived into the warm and soft water. I followed her. It felt nice, too nice. We swam for a while. I noticed that my dick was still rock hard. After a while Amy swam up to me, put her hands on my shoulders and kissed me on my mouth. I answered her kiss. Our tongues met. She came closer; she let her legs go over my rigid tool. She pressed her legs together and she must have felt my enormous manhood between them. She continued the kissing. I was about to come. I hadn't been so erotically aroused for years, if ever. Suddenly she left me, swam to the stairs and climes out of the water. There she stood looking down at me expectantly. I climbed up. My tool was aiming at the moon. She took hold of my hand and led me to the house. She opened the door and switched off the burglar alarm. She led me to her bedroom and lay down. "Take me," she said. I took a position between her outspread legs and brought my sobbing pole to the entrance of her lovely cunt. Then slowly I entered. In spite of the enormous size, it went in very well. Amy was very wet, not only from the pool-water. "This first time, fuck me hard," she pleaded. I did. I pumped her with high speed. She met my movements, her vagina closing around my throbbing cock making it feel like she sucked me. The physical feeling was exquisite; the emotional feeling was a mix-up. I didn't know how to interpret it all. Why did she want me that badly? Of course I was hilarious about it. Would I be disappointed in the long run though? Was she only horny at the moment and me being the only one around, the best pick to take care of her needs, physical needs? I tried to suppress my thinking and to concentrate on the fucking. The pressure was building up. I came filling her with cum, hot steaming cum. Now was the moment. What would happen after this? I rolled down beside her and started to fondle with her clit. Her entire cunt was like a jelly-jar. There were both here juices and my semen. I massaged her clit in the best way I knew. She looked very pleased. She came. Now, really was the time. What would she say? "That was fantastic. I need something to drink. Want something?" was all she said. She got up, and I followed her to the kitchen. We both chose beer. We drank it from glasses, standing there in the kitchen. I was still fully erect. Amy took my pole in her hand and made a few massaging strokes along the shaft. "I love this one," she declared. She emptied her glass, and went down on her knees. She gave me a blowjob, the best I could remember. I exploded into her lovely mouth. She swallowed. "As Cindy is coming to fetch you from home in the morning, I suppose you have to leave. Before that I would like you to eat me," she informed me. We went to her bedroom; she spread herself out on her bed. I took a good position kneeling on the floor and started to eat her, lick her and suck on her. She came with a silent growl. "While you are getting on your clothes, I'll get you a taxi," she said. "The next time we meet, you are the boss. When can you make it?" she asked without any hesitations. "I can make it tonight," I promised as the cab arrived. We kissed and I left. At home in bed I had difficulties with falling to sleep. Finally I slept. In the morning Cindy came to fetch me. She had had breakfast at the Browns but she joined for a cup of coffee. "How did you like the evening?" she asked. "It was great. I liked the Browns very much. I'm actually very glad for you and Harry. Let's hope that everything goes well for you," I said. "You seemed to like Amy a lot. She is nice, isn't she?" "Yes, and old enough to me your sister," I said without enthusiasm. "They are all very nice," I added. "Actually Amy seemed to be quite fond of you as well," Cindy teased. "She is just the type of woman I would prefer, but alas, she is to young." "Don't say that. Now a day 20 years isn't too much. It's more a matter of psychology. If you have the same views on life, the same values, equal interests everything else is in order, then some difference in age doesn't matter too much." "Hey, I'm 51 and she cant be much more than 25, that's a difference of 26 years." "No, she is 31, but well preserved. She doesn't look childish though," Amy said as if trying to give me hope. "Well, that sounds much better, but 20 years is quite a lot." "I wouldn't bother about that. Shall we leave? Time is running," she ended the intriguing discussion. I dropped her off at the university and went to my office. I didn't have any appointments that day and the staff was working hard on their projects. I looked up the phone number of Jacks law firm. I wrote it down. It was 10 am. What should I do? My hands were sweating. I stared at the phone number. I tried to have a look at my most urgent projects. They didn't seem urgent at all, as they weren't. I just couldn't concentrate. At 11 am. I called the John Brown's Attorneys at Law. I asked the switchboard for Amy Brown. I was connected. "Hello, Amy. This is Charles. How are you this morning?" I started. "Naughty you, you kept me waiting," Amy answered with a soft giggle. "Well," I said not knowing how to proceed. "I hope you aren't upset about last night," Amy helped. "It was a fantastic night. First with your family and then with you, but I feel quite intrigued, I must confess." "Don't, it was a fabulous night. Are you sticking to your promise to see me tonight?" "I sure am. You aren't free for lunch, are you?" I wagered. "Yes, I'm free. Which place did you have in mind?" she asked. "Isn't Anthony's, there close to you, a good place?" "Yes, if you can afford it," she said with a wonderful laugh. "See you there at 12 then, is it OK?" "Perfect, see you then, bye," she said and put down her receiver. I asked my secretary to order a table for two and to have our errand boy Bill to drive me there. He loved to drive my Mercedes. I stood up at the table as she arrived a few minutes past 12. She was clad in a very neat costume, dark purple with stripes. She looked adorable. She offered me one of her cheeks, but as I was about to kiss it she turned her head and took the kiss on her lips. I think I blushed, I hope I didn't. We had a wonderful pasta dish with some white wine. "You have been contemplating about our ages, I presume," she asked. "As a matter of fact, I have," I replied. "I just heard from Cindy that you are 31. I thought yesterday that you are even younger." "No, that's right. I'm a mature woman," she said followed by her lovely giggle. "That you are mature I realized last evening, that you are mature in another way I realized last night," I explained. "I have many friends, mainly girl friends. My perhaps two best friends are married to guys more than 20 years older than themselves. They are the happiest couples I know in addition to my parents. So, not trying to propose, I have a very good picture of what a relationship with a mature man can be. Still I hope that it could be even better than the picture I have. You made quite an impression on me last night, both during the evening and in the night. I felt very happy." Reminded about last night, I was fully erect by now. "I'm very glad, that you think that way," I said. Coffee was served and Amy moved a bit closer to me in the sofa. She brought her hand on my lap under the table, feeling my hard on she nodded. She took my hand and brought it to her crotch, then pulling up her skirt. My fingers reached for her cunt. She didn't have any lingerie's on. Her pussy was wet. I fondled her clit. She took hold of my almost bursting cock. "I removed my briefs before I came here. Usually I have some," Amy explained. "I got erect as I so you, usually it's hanging down," I replied. We both laughed. We fondled for a while, checking the other tables that no one was observing our game. We were soon both close to coming. "Do you have to go back to your office this afternoon?" I asked. "Yes, I have a client coming in at 2. I should be free around 4." I let go Amy's cunt and took out my Nokia. "Give me your mobile number. I don't know about Cindy's program this evening. It's either your place or mine. I will pick you up after work. OK?" I asked. We exchanged numbers. "I'll let you know when I'm free," Amy said. I paid the bill, and then we left the place. I had problems with my erection. It was protruding quite forcibly in my pants. We kissed briefly and she left. I decided to walk back to my office. The two miles walk made me good. As I reached the office, my erection was gone. My secretary, Sue, gave me a curious glimpse. She couldn't know, could she? I phoned Cindy. She didn't answer. She had her Nokia on silent during lectures. Twenty minutes later she called. "Hi, Dad, you called?" she said. "Yes, love, wanted to know about your program this evening." "We'll meet with Harry. Don't know where yet. What's up?" "I'll see a friend tonight. Would like to have it in private, so I will either go out or be at home, it depends on you guys," I explained. "Sounds interesting. You can be at home. We'll go to Harry's place," she helped. "Want to tell me something?" she added. "Not at the moment. I'll explain later," I decided. "OK, Dad, have a nice evening." "You too, give my regards." I was waiting for the call. I was thinking about what the future would bring. I thought about Cindy moving out. I thought about the large house becoming almost empty. Or, was there a chance that it wouldn't become empty after all? It was too early to tell. - I was waiting for the call. My phone rang. It was a client, Ron, who placed an order based on a quotation I had given him one week ago. He wanted me to draw him a house. I thanked him, but I wasn't too excited about it. I was waiting for THE call. My mobile rang. "I'm ready love," she said. It was Amy! "OK, if I pick you up in 15 minutes?" I asked. "That's fine, see you, bye," she said. The phone went dead. "I'm off for the day," I told Sue as I passed her desk. "Have a nice week-end." "You too, Charles," she said and handed me my car keys. I took the elevator down to the garage, jumped into the car and drew off. Amy was waiting at the curb outside her office. She jumped in. "Nice car. Where are we going, boss?" she began with a laugh. "How about my place this time?" I suggested. "Sounds fine," she said. "How about food? I don't have a maid. Should get one though. Shall we be self-sufficient or shall we go out?" "You are the boss tonight. You decide." "Then, shall we order a pizza? They'll deliver within half an hour." "That's fine with me." We arrived at home. I asked her what kind of pizza she preferred and then ordered accordingly. Meanwhile Amy was strolling around in the house. She didn't go upstairs. "Nice place you have here. You seem to have a good taste when it comes to living." She came over to me and we kissed. It was nice to feel her breast against my chest. I was immediately aroused. "Let's eat out-doors," I suggested. We took what was needed and laid the table on the terrace. Amy started to strip. Soon she had only her bikinis on. The pizza arrived. I paid off the delivery and returned to the terrace. I too stripped down to my trunks and shirt. Then we ate. My cock was protruding in my trunks. She looked down at my lap and giggled. What Money Can't Buy Ch. 02 I have written a few stories. Mostly I have received positive and encouraging response from the readers, but some have expressed their disapproval of my bad command of the English language. Living in a country where we have two domestic languages combined with the need of a third language not being English, the result is that there are some flaws in my English. Therefore I can only apologize for the mistakes I make. Still I like to write in English - isn't that a way to improve your command of the language? * * * * * We returned to the marina late in the afternoon. We had eaten food from tins and had a few beers. And we had had each other in all the ways we could come up with. One special thing I remembered with a laugh afterwards. While we were having a beer and a sandwich, Amy suddenly went down on her knees in front of me, and started to suck on my almost constantly erect dick. As I was approaching, once again, a formidable orgasm, she grabbed the bread and placed it around my throbbing prick, like a hot dog. With the bread she then massaged the pole until I came. The sperm was collected in the bread, some of it dripping to the deck. Then she resolutely started to eat on her "hot dog," this time without any sausage in it. I laughed, she smiled. "That was the best hot dog I have ever had," she mused. There was a small piece of it left. She handed it to me, nodding her head. I ate it up. I wasn't as exalted as she seemed to be. "Well, as always it's a matter of taste," I explained with a smile. I had some more beer. Checking that no boats were in view, we went down under deck and med proper love. "I love you," Amy said. "Me too," I answered. I felt very happy. Before we reached the marina we put our clothes on. At the restaurant close to my boats, we had proper food. No pizzas and hot dogs this time. We discussed our future. For how long would we keep our relationship a secret? I was afraid that her parent's reaction would be very negative, she wasn't. We decided to let matters depend for the time being. After enjoying the good dinner we ordered two taxies. Not to go separate ways, but to have the other driver drive my car. I paid them off handsomely and we were at Amy's place, my car in front of her garage. We entered the house and watched the news on TV. What now, I thought? As Amy had read my thoughts, she asked: "Do you play chess?" "Sure, I have played it quite a lot. Do you like it?" "Yes, very much, but I'm afraid I'm not very good at it though," she said. Soon we were sitting around a table on her patio, the chessboard between us and some nice cold drinks waiting for us to taste them. The first match turned out to be a tough one. She was very good at the game. She had changed into a nice dress; the yellow color suited her well, the cleavage in the front wasn't too deep, actually not deep enough at all. The lower part of it was quite loose, the hem covering her knees. I took a deep sip from my glass. "Your dress is very nice, but it doesn't expose very much though," I said. "You mustn't think that I'm very easy to get, all the time," she replied with a somber expression on her face. What's up I thought? We finished the game; I won with a very small margin. One pawn more did it. "This is a special day, so we must act accordingly," Amy said after complimenting me on my play. "Oh, I didn't know. What day is this?" "It's Saturday," she answered with a smile. So she was playing another game now. My guess was, that she wanted me make my approaches in some kind of a chivalrous way. I hoped my guess was right. It is so easy to make a fool of yourself. How far did she want me to go, I wondered? I stood up, went into the living room and put on some music. I managed to pick a CD with soft dance music. I returned to the patio. I bowed in front of her. "May I have this dance?" I asked. Had I gone too far? "Yes, Sir, much obliged," she said and rose. We danced. I was keeping one hand behind her back; in my left hand I kept her hand. We really danced well together in spite of the 'old fashioned' dance. "Miss, how do you master this kind of dance so well?" I asked maintaining the play act. "My parents have taught me, Sir" she answered in a most polite way. I tried to get in closer to her, but she pushed me away. For how long did she want to resume the awkward acting? I had a profuse bulge in my pants. We hade danced four pieces as the music stopped. I brought her back to her chair. She sat down, and I bowed to her expressing my thanks. I returned to my chair, my pole quite visibly protruding in my pants. I sat down. "What are your wishes, Miss?" I commenced the play-acting. "I do not have any special wishes," she said without a smile. "Would you like me to leave?" I asked trying to let her give up the play. "As you please, Sir," she said, not helping me out in the least. Damn. Was she tired and wanted to rest, or was she just trying me out? I didn't want to give up too easily though. "Can I offer you a drink, Miss," I tried. "Yes, please. I'd like a Campari Soda," she said. I brought her drink. I sat down again. "You are very beautiful tonight, Miss," I tried. "Thank you, Sir, very nice of you to say so," she said with a polite smile. "Would you mind, if I came and sat there beside you, Miss?" I asked. "No, by all means. You are welcome, Sir," she said. I moved over and pulled a chair quite close to hers. I sat down. I looked at her. "The cloth of your dress looks very fine. Do you mind if I try it with my hands?" "No, not at all, Sir. But don't try any thing. I'm very innocent," she explained. I touched the hem, took the cloth between my fingers. Then I moved my hand upwards, trying to reach for her breast. She pushed my hand away. "I told you to behave, Sir," she said. I looked down in her cleavage between her breasts. I couldn't see a thing. I was starting to feel frustrated. "Do you, Miss, have a bra on?" I wagered. "How naughty of you, Sir, to ask such an indecent question," she answered, giggling this time. That was an improvement! "You are so very beautiful, I just can't think straight," I explained. "Well, if you must know, Sir, I don't. And I don't have any pants either." "Is that so, most intriguing, Miss," I miss. "Have you ever lifted your hem up?" "Not me, Sir, that would be awful," she said. "Why is that? Do you have ugly legs, Miss?" "Most certainly not. It just isn't proper to show them to men. They might start thinking something." "What could they possibly think of, Miss?" I asked. "They might start to think how it would be to touch the legs in improper places." "Why would a man do that, Miss? Men are decent creatures, most of them at least." "My mother has told me otherwise." "Have you ever thought of exposing some of your legs to a man, Miss?" "Many times, but thinking and acting are two quite different things, Sir." "Have you ever seen a penis, Miss?" I wagered. "What an outrageous question, Sir," she said bringing up her hand to her mouth, looking quite shocked. "I just liked to know. Now a days you can buy books where there are pictures showing a lot of things." "Well, if you insist, I have seen some of those books, Sir. I have even read that a penis can take different forms. A normal hanging down and then another mode where it is hard and standing up, so to say, erected I think it's called." "Have you never been curious to see one in real life?" I asked. "Oh yes, many times. But, please, Sir, never tell my mother that I have told you this. She would kill me." "Let's make a bargain. I show you my penis, and you lift up your dress, so I can see your legs, all the way." "Oh, how terrible, Sir, I couldn't, could I?" "Well, that was just a thought, Miss, but if you aren't curious enough, then," I teased. She sat still for a while, looking genuinely embarrassed. What an actor she was. After some hesitation she continued: "Well, perhaps, but just for a very short while, Sir." Not to give a chance for second thoughts, I pushed down my pants and shorts, both at the same time. My enormous dick came into view. It was purple red, very hard and some pre-cum could be seen on the end of the glands. "Oh, by Jove," she exclaimed. "It looks terrible. How can you live with such a pole in your trousers?" she asked looking at the exhibit with fascination. "Would you like to touch it?" I asked. "Would like to, but I can't, can I?" she asked seemingly very confused. "Then, please, Miss, lift up your dress now. We had a bargain." Reluctantly she started to drag up her dress. I could now see her knees. Then she stopped. "I can't. This is so terrible," she said trembling. I took hold of my dick and made a few strokes along the shaft, and then I let it go. She looked in fascination and commenced pulling up her hem. Now half of her upper leg was visible, her upper legs. I again stroke my dick a couple of times. She again pulled on her dress. Now I could see her beautiful cunt, her wonderful clit pushing out. There were fluids running down between her legs. She was horny. I reached out, but she stopped my hand. "You may not touch me," Amy ordered. "Sir." I watched her sitting there with her dress folded around her waist. She looked very embarrassed. "Could you again touch that penis of yours, Sir?" she begged. "It's so thrilling to watch you do it, Sir," she added. "If you do the same," I suggested. "No, I couldn't, could I?" she exclaimed. "One is not supposed to do such wicked things." "Have you never tried to touch yourself between your legs?" I asked. "No, never. You can end up down there, - in hell I mean," she said with sorrow in her voice. "No, that's not true. If you do it, you are honest to yourself. Honesty is a good thing," I tried to comfort her. "Are you sure about that, Sir?" she persisted. "I'm absolutely sure. I know that even priests and nuns do it, and much more," I explained. "Really, do you know that, Sir?" she asked looking relieved. Hesitantly she brought her hand to her cunt. She quickly touched it, then she withdrew her hand as if she had burnt herself. After a while she brought her hand back to the forbidden area. This time her hand remained there at the entrance, not knowing precisely what to do. I was massaging my tool in slow strokes. It was throbbing; I thought I might come soon. I let it go. She at once took her hand away from her juicy hole. "Don't stop. You should rub yourself between the lips and on the little knob you have there," I explained to her. Again, hesitantly she obeyed. "This feels so nice, Sir" she now said. "There are so many things that feel nice." "What else feels nice?" she asked with innocence. "Why don't you try to touch me penis?" I suggested. My rod was reaching for the sky. At the top by the little hole bubbles were produced by the pre-cum. "No, I can't, can I, Sir?" she hesitated. "It's so sinful," she added. "Not at all, if you are invited to do so," I told her. "Are you quite sure of that, Sir?" she persisted. "I'm quite sure." Very slowly she approached my sobbing dick with her left hand, the right one still rubbing her cunt. I felt a light touch, and then her hand disappeared. Slowly it came back. Her hand went around my proud ness. It didn't move. Just held it lightly. She looked away. She couldn't bear looking at the enormous creature protruding from my crotch. After a while she looked at it again. Now she made a few hesitant strokes. I was very near the edge. She removed her hand from my wildly pulsating prick. She was still caressing her pussy. "Is there still something else, that feels good," she asked shyly looking down. "Have you ever tried caressing you breasts?" I asked. "No, of course not," she said with surprise in her voice. "Try it, feel the nipples. They should be quite hard by now," I suggested. Again, most hesitantly, she brought her free hand to her chest. She carefully pressed one of her tits, then again. "Squeeze the nipple a little," I guided her. "It feels nice, but it is as if my dress is in the way," she exclaimed. "Yes, it is true, you should have them free," I again suggested. "I can't with you around. You would see them then, Sir. That is most improper." "No, dear Miss, being natural is by no means improper," I explained. "Well, I want to try, could you be so kind as to undo the zipper on my back, Sir?" I got to my feet, on purpose letting my absolutely stone hard cock pass close to her face. She rocked back in her chair, quite scared. I walked around her and undid her zipper. I helped her to get down her dress. She managed to get her arms out and the upper part went down to her waist as well, now meeting up with the hem. Her wonderful tits came into view. She looked down at them in shock. "Why are the nipples sticking out like that?" she asked. "Obviously because you feel good," I soothed her. She tried caressing her breasts, both by massaging them and by pinching her nipples. "What else is there," she asked after a while. "Well, the feeling is even better if you let someone else do those things to you." "But I don't have anybody else, that could do that," she exclaimed. "I could help you there," I suggested. "But you are a man, Sir. You could most definitely not do that, or could you?" "Yes, I would be very glad if I can help you experience the feeling." "Why then not, Sir? You have made me so very curious." Slowly I started to fondle with her breasts, gently squeezing her nipples from time to time. With her one hand freed, she hesitantly brought it down to my rod. She took a proper hold of it and squeezed it gently, even performing a few stroking moves. "Am I doing this the right way, Sir?" she asked, clearly getting bolder. "Yes, you do it perfectly," I told her. I brought my hand down to her crotch. She removed her hand and my hand took its place. I gently rubbed her swollen clit. She slowly raised her now free hand to one of her tits. I could sense how she trembled. "It feels very good, Sir, when you hold your finger down there," she whispered. I gently pushed two of my fingers in her absolutely wet cunt. "You are not supposed to do that, are you Sir?" she said wriggling her body. Her hand came down and she tried to push my hand away. I persisted. Her hand went away. I gently fucked her with my fingers. She looked at me, straight into my eyes, and then shyly looked down, her eyelashes covering her gaze. I was close to coming. What did she want next, I thought? We just gently continued the finger fucking and masturbating. Then she came. She let out a long 'oohhhh'. "That was a fantastic feeling, Sir," she said. "Was that all there is to it?" "No, there are lots more. But perhaps this is enough, this first time," I suggested. "No, please, Sir, teach me some more," she whined. "Then, the next step is to give pleasure with our mouths," I explained. "What do you mean, Sir? That sound terrible," she said. "No, it doesn't. Let me show you," I said going down on my knees between her legs. She spontaneously closed her legs to prevent me from reaching her very moist cunt with my mouth. I solemnly but gently pushed them apart. Then I licked her once over her juicy slit. She stirred. "That felt good," she said spreading her legs even further. Soon she was gently pushing my head against her crotch. I let my tongue run along her pussy-lips, I played with her clit. I took hold of one of her breasts and squeezed it gently. "I'm sure that none of my sisters could do that as well as you do, Sir," she said. We continued for a while, until she came again. "Can a woman do something similar with a man, Sir?" she then asked. "Most certainly. That is one of the most wonderful experiences a man can have," I replied. "Please, teach me how, Sir," she demanded. My prick, by that time extremely erect, feeling like two feet long, jumped from anticipation. I climbed up on my chair, spreading out my legs. She looked at my deep purple rod climbing along my stomach. Her eyes were almost popping out of their sockets. "How can a penis be so large, Sir?" she asked. "It's because you make it so excited, Miss," I explained. "Now you can go down on your knees and try to lick it," I suggested. "No, I couldn't, could I, Sir?" she asked in a very innocent tone. "You must try, if you want to learn some more," I said. Hesitantly she began to get down on her knees. Soon her head was quite close to my throbbing rod. She looked at it in fascination. The she took hold of it with her hand and gently pulled it to herself, but it didn't come much towards her. The erection was too hard. So she moved her head forward. She made a probing lick somewhere in the middle of the shaft, then another one. My dick jumped. I brought my fingers into her lovely hair. She licked again, a little longer time now. I put one finger into her ear. She seemed to like that too. I squeezed her earlobe. She licked again. Now she started to masturbate me gently while licking she shaft more and more. "You can put it into your mouth too, if you wish," I educated her. "That is a very repulsive thought," she said. Don't you pee with it?" she asked. "Yes, from time to time I do," I replied, "but not now. Now it is in lovemaking-mode." "Oh, but is it clean?" she asked. "I can't take pee into my mouth." "It's always clean. I always wash it afterwards," I ensured her. Slowly she lifted her head upwards thus being able to get her mouth over the glands. She had difficulties in getting the top of my almost exploding dick between her lips. She stretched her mouth more open, and then got the bulging prick into her mouth, only the top of at first, but the slowly it sank further in. It felt heavenly. This foreplay had been so very extended. She sucked on the head of my gorgeously aroused member, made some strokes along the shaft, my foreskin being stretched to its limits. That did it. I exploded into her mouth. She gulped, then she swallowed, and she swallowed. My testicles sent load after load into her eager mouth. After a while, the jetting ebbed. She let my dick go. "Thank you, Sir. That was good," she said sitting down on her legs. I took hold of my rod, realizing that it was still quite hard. I made a few strokes along its shaft, and it was completely hard again. "Please, come and sit down on my lap now, Miss," I commanded. "I can't sit there with that enormous penis sticking out like that," she exclaimed. "We can place it so that it won't be in your way," I explained. Hesitantly she got on her feet and the approached me trying to sit on my lap. "No, you must sit facing me, straddling my legs," I explained. She did as asked. As she was about to sit down, I took me dick and aimed it et her cunt. I moved it forth and back between her swollen cunt-lips, then pressed it into her womb. Slowly she sat down on my again pulsing rod. It went in, deeper and deeper. Soon all of my meat was sunk into her lovely cunt. She was facing me, looking at me without a slightest hint of a smile. "What happens now, Sir?" she asked, after which I exploded into her. She came too a few seconds later. She lifted herself off my still erect amazement. "Time for a swim," she said pulling off her dress from around her waist. Then she ran to the pool and dived into the waiting water. I stripped what was left of my clothes and dived in after her. We swam together for a while. The Amy got up, toweled herself, poured herself a drink and sat down in a sun chair. I followed. "Thank you, Charles. That was the first time I have been properly seduced. It was lovely. I really liked it. You are a marvelous actor. But I think that was a one-timer. I was getting crazy with the slow procedure. But it was fun, don't you think?" What Money Can't Buy Ch. 02 "It was fun, alright but I was getting crazy too. Think about those poor people some thirty years back. How did they manage it?" "Let alone some 100 years back, when prudence was the rule number one?" "Well, in a way it had its benefits. The courting building up like that has its own nice aspects," I decided. It was getting chilly. We collected the drinks and glasses. Amy took the tray and I gathered the chess game and brought it in. "What you like to eat something before we go to bed?" she asked. "No, I'm fine, only you," I said. "How about you?" To bed we went. After the prude, but satisfying experience during that evening, I thought we would fall to sleep at once. I was completely wrong. Amy was so horny, that I thought she would creep out of her skin. Hardly down on her bed, my dick was deep in her mouth, not yet quite hard when it entered, she managed to get it all in, balls and all, but it was throbbing hard within seconds. She had to let most of my genitals out. Amy really knew how to give head. At the same time she had placed her beautiful pussy on my face. I was eating her out the best I could. Her fluids poured down in my throat. I swallowed, one time after an other. I flushed her throat with my semen. She just swallowed and then tickled my balls with her finger after which she inserted a finger in my ass. That was all that was needed. I was rock hard again. And soon we again came, quite simultaneously this time. I started to feel exhausted. She must have sensed this, because she turned around, placed her head in my armpit, took hold of my semi hard prick and gently squeezed on it. After a while she got up on all four, bringing her tits above my head. One at a time she sank her nipples into my mouth for a treat. I sucked and licked. Then she moved downwards and started to kiss me. She licked my face all over. Soon I realized that my cock was pressing against her bottom. She moved slightly and my worm found its way into her steaming cunt. I didn't believe it. How could an old prick like mine, show such a stamina? I didn't repeat the question. I just started to fuck her with all the strength I could measure up. She just continued kissing me. "Now, take me in the ass," she begged rolling off me and taking up a position on her four. I moved into position on trembling legs. I collected some vapor from her cunt and spread it around her ass hole. Then in it went, my cock that is. "Fuck me hard, love. Let me feel that I'm a real slut," she begged. I gave her all I had to give her. The feeling around my rock hard prick was tremendous, but my head was feeling dizzy. It felt like I was about to faint from exhaustion. I wasn't as young as I use to bee I thought, as I exploded into her rectum. I fell down beside her, while sperm was still flooding out of my purple pole. Amy came down to me, placing her head on my chest. "No one could outdo you in lovemaking, love," she said, giving me just the comforting I needed at that very moment. I was panting. From Amy's head I could see how my chest was heaving. After a while she explained that she felt hungry. "Would you like a bite of something," she asked. "No thanks. I think that what I need now is some sleep." She left for the kitchen and I staggered to the bathroom for a quick shower. The shower returned some of my strength, so I went down to the kitchen too. Amy was sitting at the table, a bottle of beer in front of her, preparing herself a sandwich. "This is the third one, sure you don't want some?" Looking at the stuff on the table I changed my mind. Soon I was eating already my second sandwich together with a nice cold beer. Looking at my beautiful mistress, her lovely breasts protruding, her nipples hard, and her face moist from our lovemaking, I noticed, to my tremendous astonishment, that my dick was getting hard again. Amy looked down at it and shook her head. "You are a real beast. I love you," she said. "Can't I get you satisfied?" she added. "I'm more than satisfied. You are more or less killing me, but you are so sexy, that my dick is getting crazy," I whispered. She just giggled in her lovely voice. I had one more sandwich, and we both took another beer. As Amy brought them from the fridge, I couldn't stop wondering about in how a lovely way her full breasts bounced, just a little, but they bounced. My cock got even harder. "Oh, how I love you," I uttered. "For how long can this go on?" I added. "For as long as you wish," she said solemnly. "Would you like to know my very most secret dream?" she asked. "Of course I would," I responded having no clue what to expect. "My secret dream is to be your wife, your little wife, to live together with you properly, not having to steal the time with you in secrecy." I was electrified. "Nothing would be more wonderful than that, but you should not make to hasty decisions. We have known each other only for three days now, not even that. You must consider all the aspects that we have discussed only superficially. If for example your parents wouldn't approve, you wouldn't be happy, no matter how independent you are. If Harry doesn't approve, it would be even harder. And further, we need to see how we get along, not only when making fabulous love, but also when having ordinary life. Sex is absolutely wonderful with you, but you cannot build an everlasting relationship on only that. What do you know about me, actually?" "Now you treat me as if I were a silly little child. I understand all this. I fully agree that before we start making any decisions, even daydream plans; we need to learn to know each other much better than we do today. I just let you know about my secret dreams. This is how I feel so far. There isn't anything wrong with that, is there?" "No, of course not, but," I started but she interrupted me. "Actually your response was very good. If you hadn't reacted the way you did, I would have been disappointed. For a less mature man it could have been easy to take advantage of the silly girls fantasies. You are showing that you are a very responsible person, as I have expected. Still, I love you. Please, get to know me," she added with a delightful smile on her lovely face, beautiful face. I took her face between my hands and kissed her deeply. "Oh how very, very lovely you are, love," I then told her. "I love you very much." She stood up, cleaned the table and put our plates in the dishwasher. She took hold of my still erect prick and gently dragged me towards the chambers. She made me lie down on the bed, and then she straddled me, helping my trembling cock find its way into her very moist love-box. She made gentle love to me. I could feel how my erected pole hit the innermost walls of her most wonderful vagina. I could feel how her lips pressed together around me soon to blast cock. She bent down and kissed me. Then I came. This time was a weak ejaculation. We were both quite spent, my prick and me. I don't know about Amy. I fell to sleep. After a while I opened my eyes. She wasn't there. Had it all been just a wonderful dream? I looked out of the window. It was morning. Then I could smell the aroma of newly brewed coffee. So it hadn't been a dream. The reality was batter than any dream. I felt very happy and started for the shower. ...To be continued, depending on feedback. What Money Can't Buy "I see that the desert is served already," she joked. We ate our pizzas, eating each other with our gazes at the same time. "Do you enjoy going to the Sauna?" I asked. "Depends on the company," she replied. I took that for a yes, so I went in to switch it on. As I returned she was nude. Her beautiful tits were staring at me. I stripped, thus exposing my enormous erection. She smiled happily. "I love it," she just said. She came over to me, and then pushed me gently to a chair. I sat down. She straddled me helping my "one-pounder" into her absolutely moist cunt. She rode me gently while kissing me tenderly. I took both her breasts into my hands and massaged them gently. Meanwhile she started to caress her clit. This went on for about ten minutes. It was absolutely wonderful. Then I came, and soon after she did the same. We then went via the showers to take a bath in the pool. All the time I was fully erect, in spite of the resent ejaculation. Amy was showing just the right attention to this, showing her appreciation. We swam for a while. We embraced and then we fucked in the pool. This time, before I came, I pulled out. I disentangled and got out of the water. She followed. I went for the sauna. She followed. The sauna wasn't actually warm enough yet, but we sat on the bench savoring each other with our eyes. Her nipples were very protruding as was my member. "What would your parents say, if they knew about this?" I asked. "I don't actually know. Dad said today that they liked you very much. But that of course is a different thing," she replied. "One thing at a time, though," she added. We took a shower washing each other's genitals, then the rest with soap, then again the genitals. We dried each other. We went to the adjacent cozy room with its fireplace. I threw in some logs and lighted them with a match. We sat down on the wide easy chair, side by side. We caressed each other's genitals. At the same time, by holding my left arm around her, I was able to caress her breast. I played with her nipple. I played with her clit. She played with my deep purple dick. I was enthralled. So was she. Then she rolled on top of me. She let my pole find its way into her fabulous vagina. She made wave-like moves. My dick sank into her, deep down, and then it came almost out again. My glands just stayed inside her adorable cunt. I was on the verge of coming for a long time. I licked her breasts. I made soft small biting of her nipples. We were both filled with luster. We were horny. Finally I exploded into her. She came down on my face and started to kiss me. Our tongues explored the mouths of each other. We embraced; the embracing was of mutual well being, of mutual trust, of mutual enjoyment. She again lay down beside me and we watched the fire making love with the wood. My tool had softened. I declared that I would bring us some beer, which I fetched from the fridge. We drank straight from the bottles. "How do you feel?" I asked. "I have a fantastic feeling. You are a wonderful man. I have never had a similar feeling of well being before. There is nothing disturbing me in this relationship, not even your outrageous age," she added with a soft giggle. I put on some music. I chose my favorite, the 2nd Piano-symphony of Rachmaninov, with the nice start: Thomb ------ thomb ----- thomb --- di - di - di - dam- dam- dada.... I sat down beside Amy and sipped on my beer bottle. We listened in silence for a while. Amy put her hand on my prick, which at once started to increase in size. "I wish this could go on for ever," she said. "Beautiful music," she added. "It can, I don't see why not," I said. Then we listened in silence again. I looked at her. She was lying back in a very relaxed pose. Her eyes were closed. In one hand she held her bottle of beer, in the other my absolutely erect dick. She made small and soft massaging moves in tact with the music. I realized that I now suddenly loved the music better than ever before. Our bottles were empty. We placed them on the floor. Amy rolled over me. Without needing any help from our hands, she thread herself on my enormous pole. We made soft love, loving love, this time without horny overtones. We kissed. We smiled looking at each other deep in our eyes. Her cunt felt absolutely marvelous around we throbbing cock. I grabbed her buttocks, massaging them gently. Then I brought one finger to her ass hole. I played at the entrance. She just continued her wonderful fucking. My fingertip penetrated her ass ring. She moaned. I inserted my finger a little deeper. She moaned again. I moved my finger back and forth also in tact with the music. She stopped kissing me. "You are the first one allowed in that place," she informed me. "It feels so good." I continued finger-fucking her ass. Soon she came, so did I. We lay still. I removed my finger. She lifted her chest and I was able to kiss her breasts, to suck on her nipples. She put down her head on my shoulder. We listened to the music. My still hard cock was lingering in her wonderful cunt. We didn't say a word. The music ended. We still both were quiet. I realized that she had fallen to sleep. I didn't move. We lay there together for some twenty minutes. Then she stirred. I heard and felt how she started to laugh. "Sorry, Charles, that wasn't very polite of me. These two days have been so exhausting. As I yesterday evening realized that I as falling in love with you, I got nervous. How would you react if I made a pass at you? What if you didn't find me attractive enough? The situation was so thrilling, that I got quite exhausted. Even after our nightly adventure at my place, I wasn't sure where I had you. Could you be a buster who only took advantage of a young lady being horny? I didn't think so though, but of course you never could know for sure. So, all this day, I have been quite nervous. Now I feel relaxed, so relaxed that I dozed off." I kissed her on her forehead. I hugged her. "I have gone through exactly the same the passed 24 hours. Leaving my wife and Cindy out of this, you are the most wonderful person I have ever met. You are witty, you are intelligent, you look intelligent, you are beautiful, you are sexy, your body is exquisite and you are absolutely adorable. At some point, yesterday, I realized that I had fallen in love with you. But I though I was crazy. Being so much older than you, I never thought this would lead to anything. I was actually very unhappy, as I lay awake at home last night. I never could fancy that you would have such a view on a relationship between two people of such a different age. At work this morning I couldn't concentrate on anything else. I was thinking only about you. Now I feel better. I have reasons to believe that this might lead to something. What I find quite amazing is that I dare tell you all this. But what you just told me seemed to come from your honest heart. That brings trust between us. I love you," I finished. "I love you too," Amy said. We lay still for a while. My hard pole was still embedded in her warm and lovely vagina. After a while; "I'm hungry," I said. "So am I," she agreed. We disentangled and went to the kitchen. I made some warm sandwiches with cooked mushroom in cream. Meanwhile Amy brought in the stuff from the table on the terrace where we had had the pizzas. We ate in the kitchen. I enjoyed watching her marvelous tits. Amy followed my gaze. "They aren't bad, are they," she asked with a smile. "And they are natural, if you happen to wonder," she added with a giggle, her lovely giggle. My member was hitting the roof, so it felt. After the 'super', we walked around on the ground floor, sipping on our wines. She looked at my books in the library and she looked at the flowers. Her nipples seemed erect all the time. From time to time she passed a glance over my throbbing dick, then smiled. I felt proud of what I had there protruding from my abdomen. Actually it was a good feeling to have a erection even without using it in any particular way, all the time. We went outdoors, we approached the pool. I was glad to see that Amy headed for the shower before she jumped into the warm and soft water. I did the same. I appreciate hygiene. We swam around for a while. Then Amy came to me. "If you are still erect, you are a marvel," she said. I was a marvel. Standing in the lower end of the pool, we fucked. This time we fucked with luster. The water was up to our necks. She was floating most of the time, hanging on my piece of rock inserted into her hungry cunt. As I came, we started to kiss. I was in heaven. Afterwards we went into the house. Amy led the way to the dining room. She climbed up on the large table lying on her back. "Don't touch me, nor your fantastic dick," she suggested. "Walk around the table," she added. I did as ordered. She started to massage her breasts. My dick was absolutely rock hard. Slowly I walked around the table, round after round. Amy spread her legs. As I passed her lower parts I could see her cunt fully exposed. I could also see her erect clit standing up in her cleavage. Now she started to softly caress her cunt. She slowly massaged her clit. I was totally enthralled. It felt as if the content of my dick was about to explode out of its skin. She inserted a couple of fingers into her cunt. She finger-fucked her self. I had stopped walking. I stood there watching this most beautiful scene. All the time she had been following me with her gaze, trying to figure out my reactions. Obviously she was satisfied with what she saw. "I feel horny, how about you, love?" she asked. "You make me absolutely crazy," was all I could say. I had difficulties not to touch my cock, but an order is an order. I was amazed of the line her breasts made in spite of the fact that she was lying on her back. They didn't flat down about her chest. They maintained a beautiful mount figure. I had a small version of the Alps on my table. Nowhere did she have the slightest excess-fat, her body was absolutely perfect. Now she started to come. "I love you," she cried in a soft but husky voice. This was too much for me. I came as well, shooting my cum over the table, over Amy. I was ridiculed. How was this possible? I hadn't even touched my rod. Without any physical stimulation, it just went off. Marvelous. "That was beautiful," Amy commented climbing down from the table. "This has been a fantasy of mine for many years, I'm so glad that I could finally try it out," she explained. "It worked!!" she added. We embraced standing by the table. I was still rock hard. My rod was automatically trying to find its way into her dripping cunt. Amy lifted herself up by hanging from my shoulders, and then she descended, her cunt gripping around my proud ness. She carefully rocked, back and forth, not to put me off balance. We both came. I never had thought that I could manage this act. Obviously everything was possible with Amy. "The tablecloth needs washing," she declared letting herself down to the floor, off the hook. "You think about everything," I laughed kissing her on her mouth. We went to have a shower. We sat in the, by now very hot, Sauna for a while. We returned to the pool and swam for a while. Then again in the house, we changed the tablecloth to a new one. After that Amy looked at me inquiringly. "What," I asked. "Aren't you going to invite me to your bedroom?" she asked. "I'm quite tired." "Of course," I said. We closed the doors. We climbed the stairs. We came to my bedroom. It was a large one. In one of the corners there was a combined shower and Jacuzzi- area without any separating walls. In this wet area I had two cozy chairs with waterproof cloth covering. There was a small table and a fridge. On a shelf there were glasses, both for wine and for beer. Amy took all this in, including the large king-size bed. The doors leading to the wardrobes had been left open. She could see my suits and clothes hanging there in neat rows. She also noticed that there were similar wardrobes crying out with emptiness. I didn't try to guess what kind of thoughts this awoke in her. I went and closed the doors. I returned to her, my gorgeous manhood pointing at her. "This is a fantastic room. I hope I'm invited here anew, but tonight I'd prefer to settle for the bed, if you don't mind. I'm really quite exhausted." "That's fine with me. I'm really quite tired too," I said lying down on the left side of the bed. Without any hesitancy, Amy took a position above me, a 69-position, and started to suck on my almost blue and stone hard dick. She slowly descended her cunt to my mouth. I started to lick. I tried to stick my tongue into her as deeply as I could. The taste was marvelous. Then again I licked and sucked on her clit. She was massaging my shaft with one of her hands, while licking and sucking on my cock. Then she came, this time with some convulsions. One minute later I came, shooting my load into her mouth. She gagged a little but then swallowed most of it. She then resolutely turned around, pulling the guilt over us. She took her place very close to me, her shoulder in my armpit, her head on my shoulder. "Good night, see you," she said and was asleep before I had time to answer. I lay awake for a while feeling very happy. Then I dozed off. Sometime in the morning hours I woke up. I could hear the birds singing. I could feel Amy sucking on my erect dick. She climbed up and straddled me, inserting the pole into her lovely cunt. It was well lubricated. She rode me until we both came. Without a word she rolled off me, took the same position we had had before falling to sleep. "Just wanted to check, that this all was true," she explained and fell to sleep. In the morning after breakfast we decided to go down to the marina. On the way we went to her house. She changed into suitable clothes and then we were on our way again. By my boats we sat down outside a small restaurant and had some coffee. "What do you prefer, the motor-yacht or the sailing-yacht?" I asked her. The sun was poring down. She looked at the boats being offered to her. Then she decided. "Perhaps the motor-one this time, we don't want too much work today, do we?" We went on board and started out of the marina. One mile out we were quite alone; boats could be seen only quite far away. We stripped. We were driving from the upper deck, shadowed from the sun by the sunroof. Amy bent down and made one lick on my prick. It came to life. Then she sat down straddling my lap. My rock hard pole found its way into her love-box. We were both facing forwards. She took hold of the wheel, I took hold of her tits, and so we drew out to sea. Depending on the feedback, this might be continued.