The lady came on board without warning, wanting to surprise me to wait in my office. Maybe she was a spy or a sales representative. Catalogue of veils and sextants had no secrets for me. But I was not there and what I tell you, a gull was reported to me ...
She walked in the corridors, looking casually over her, feeling ropes masts and smoothing the way, sniffing the air sea ... There were none on the bridge and descended the stairs to the cabins and kitchens. The wood smelled the scent of the newcomer and non-existent despite the swell, the boat swayed imperceptibly to feel his shoulders bumping against the walls of wood, and tighten her thighs to prevent the fall.
She saw the kitchen door and pushed her, uninvited. Bosco was a joker and pugnacious and no guest without the agreement does not have crossed sesame. She did not hear the bucket swing but felt liquid trickling very tacky slowly from the top of his skull.
Surprised, she let herself slide down the door and feel the material covering her forehead, her cheek, her neck, her shoulders and fell throughout his body relentlessly.
With her tongue, she tried to stop the flow of the liquid and tasted the same. It was pretty good and it continued through the game, and then by greed.
It tickled all over her body, but she would not touch with hands the transparent and oily, as if it was a sacrilege. She imagined in its position and began to smile. She felt the river down to between her thighs and between her buttocks. Naughty thoughts came to his mind, and she opened her legs to better enjoy the moment ...
All men a quarter watched the show from the hallway, and a thousand thoughts crossed their minds to the table view. A well tried to imitate the mewing of a cat but they remained motionless and speechless finally like statues.
Only Bosco, confused, ventured a phrase by putting half his hand over his mouth laughing:
"Miss, do you like maple syrup, you ..."
Photo: Monica Bellucci.
Photo: Monica Bellucci.
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