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Great Loop Ch. 09

This set of stories are meant to be read as chapters in a book. If you haven’t read the previous chapters of the Great Loop, I recommend you do to better understand the characters.

All characters are fictional. Obviously, many of the place locations are real.

MJ and I woke the next morning to drizzle and fog. After my experience being on Lake Erie in a storm, I decided to stay in Cleveland for the day.

There is a lot to do along the Cleveland lake front. We started by touring the Steamship William G. Mather. It is a restored Great Lakes freighter that was built in 1925. It not only carried freight, but also carried passengers in elegant staterooms. The ship is 618 ft. long, 62 ft. wide, and 32 ft. high. Freighters look huge on the lake when seen from my boat, but they are a whole lot bigger when viewed from their own bridge.

After completing the tour of the steamship, we toured the U.S.S. Cod, a WWII submarine. The Cod had quite a history in the Pacific during WWII, sinking a destroyer, and several supply boats as well as doing a sub to sub rescue of mariners aboard a Dutch submarine.

We then went to the International Women’s Air & Space Museum but got there too late to enter. We would have only had a half hour before it closed.

MJ suggested we go to a sports bar near the Cleveland Browns Stadium called the Dive Bar. I can’t even guess how many beers they had on tap, but there were an awful lot of them. It was a fun place. We danced, ate and drank before returning to the boat.

I thought it was a great day. The skies had cleared around noon and it turned into a beautiful day. I found MJ to be smart, knowledgable about many topics, articulate, funny, and easy to be with. We both did a lot of laughing and goofing around.

As we were walking from the parking lot to the dock, MJ put her arm thru mine and said, “I hope you enjoyed the day as much as I did.” I looked at her, smiled, and said, “Probably more.”

“No, I enjoyed it more!” and we started laughing again.

Sex that night was very enjoyable. I totally focused on her pleasure and when we were finished, she said, “Jim. I’ve never had such a considerate lover. Thank you so much for pleasuring me. You are rapidly becoming a very special person.”

I pulled her close and told her she was becoming a very special person as well.

She snuggled into me and we drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

Dawn found us at the diner having breakfast and coffee. Back at the marina, we made ready and got underway. We wanted to get to Sandusky and Cedar Point Amusement park in time to enjoy some of the evening activities. Since she had a boat of her own, I was comfortable leaving the bridge while she was running the boat. It felt good to be underway and able to stretch my legs for a while.

We arrived at Cedar Point in late afternoon and were soon tied up in a slip. This marina has about 100 transient slips so it was easy arranging our stay and getting into the slip. Since the marina has dock side pump out, I pumped out my waste water tanks. Then we made reservations at the marina restaurant and headed for the park.

We wandered the park looking at the many roller coaster rides and other attractions. The newer, bigger and faster coasters had long lines of kids and adults waiting to ride them. MJ looked at me and said, “Those are more than I care to ride. Let’s ride Cedar Points first roller coaster, the Blue Streak.” We did and then got back in line to ride it again. We also took in a show before heading to dinner. Drinks, food, laughter, enjoyable conversation made for a great evening. As we headed back towards the boat, MJ slipped her hand in mine and we walked hand-in-hand around the marina looking at boats and talking to boat owners. Some were locals, others were doing the loop as I was.

Back at the boat, we sat and watched the sun set before heading to bed. MJ did an erotic strip tease for me and then crawled into bed and sat astride my hips, her pussy teasing my cock. She leaned forward, kissed me and said, “How come you’re so excited? Expecting to get lucky tonight?”

“My cock smells hot, wet pussy, that’s why I’m excited! Yes, I’m getting lucky!” With that, I pushed her down on my cock and she let out a huge laugh and started riding me. It wasn’t long before she came, but she kept riding, building towards a big one. I went along with her and then she exploded with her juices flooding my cock and my cum flooding her pussy. She nuzzled into me, wiggled her ass and said, “I’m sleeping right here tonight.” Then she faked snoring as I laughed. We did fall asleep in each others arms again.

The next day was spent in the park. We rode some roller coasters, saw several shows, and viewed many of the venues of the park. There are way to many to mention here but you can view them on the park’s web site.

Again, we ate at the marina restaurant and had a very relaxing meal. Walking back to the boat, we stopped and talked to others as they sat on their boats enjoying a drink. Mostly, we talked about boats, boating, and some showed pictures of families and grand kids.

At the boat, MJ started to put things away anticipating leaving in the morning for Toledo while I took advantage of having WiFi to update my blog, get my emails, pay bills, etc. One of the emails was from Amber. It had a file attached with the photos she took of the Erie Canal while we went from Rochester to Buffalo. As expected they were great. I showed them to MJ who was impressed and asked if Amber was one of my previous lovers. I explained our brief time together and she just said, “Uh uh.” She did say, she wanted to know more about my travels and the people I had met. She wanted ideas for her novels. When we finished, we headed to bed, got undressed, hugged, kissed and fell asleep.

The next morning, I pulled Second Chance to the fuel dock and topped off the fuel tanks, put fresh water in the water tank and then we were headed back out on Lake Erie. It was a beautiful day. The water was calm, the sun warm, the sky blue. MJ joined me on the bridge and said, “Ok, tell me about your harem.”

“Go get my computer and I’ll introduce you to the people I’ve met on my trip so far.”

When she returned, I opened the screen saver file and said, “Are you sure you want to see this and hear each story?”

She stared at me for a moment, “If I want you to stop, I’ll let you know.”

I started the slide show. The first picture was Debbie and it progressed all the way to MJ.

“Well, I asked for it, didn’t I?”

As I shut down the computer, she sat back in the chair and appeared to be deep in thought. I kept still and continued to run the boat. I sensed more questions coming and waited for them.

“So, am I just another friend in another port?”

Careful Jim, I decided to be fully honest. “You could have been, but spending time with you the past few days doing things together, laughing, and loving have shown me that you are more than just a friend. What that means going forward, I have no idea. We’re going to be in Toledo in a few hours and then you will be heading back to Cleveland and next week you are in Manhattan with your publisher and I will be continuing my trip. I don’t know who I’ll meet, or where, or what may happen. We can arrange to meet from time to time along my route if you’re interested, but I’m not confident that’s the best way to build a long term relationship. In all honesty, I enjoy the company of a variety of women. ”

“Thank you for being honest. I’ve never met a man like you. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad. I do like the way we make love together. You are considerate, fun, funny, curious about everything, and I enjoy being with you. Like you, I’m not sure I want to enter a long term relationship, but I’m not sure that I want to just walk away from this relationship or what ever it is. I also know that I want to be more than just one of your friends.”

We both looked forward and watched the water as we motored along. The only sound was the boat, the wind and the water. Neither one of us knew what to say. Finally, I said, “How would you handle this in one of your romance novels?”

She laughed. The tension was broken, she put a hand on my thigh, gave me a peck on the cheek and said, “I’m going to get something to drink. Want anything?”

“Bring me some water, please.”

The conversation had started me thinking. This whole trip would be even more fun if I had someone to share it with. Someone to spell me at the helm. Someone to break up the long boring stretches with. MJ was a definite possibility. Was there anyone else? Debbie, maybe. I hadn’t heard from her in a while. Julie and Amy were in school, Lori and Helen were married, Susan wouldn’t leave Helen and her dance school. Amy wasn’t the type.

“Here’s your water. You looked deep in thought.”

“Thank you. Our conversation got me thinking, but I haven’t come up with any solutions or suggestions.”

We continued to converse. The topics ranged across a wide range of topics, but ignored the elephant sitting in the corner of the room.

Eventually, the sky line changed from water and sun, to a more industrial look. We passed another nuclear power plant with a cooling tower and its large plume. I knew from my reading, that the water fronts in and around Toledo were industrialized and would continue that way until I got into Lake Huron north of Detroit.

We found our marina, which actually was up the Maumee River a ways, and our assigned slip. Quickly we were secured to the dock and made all our hookups.

MJ made arrangements for a rental car to be delivered the next day so she could drive back to Cleveland. That night, we ate at a local restaurant and then went back to the boat. I learned there is a museum in Toledo called the National Museum of the Great Lakes. I asked MJ if we had time to visit it together before she had to leave and she said, “Sounds like fun.”

Getting into bed, she wrapped her legs around me and said, “Make love to me.” It started with a kiss. We started in the missionary position, moved her legs over my shoulders and finished with her on all fours and me pounding her from behind. She had three orgasms before I flooded her with my cum. We were hot, sweating, thirsty and tired. We fell asleep that way.

The next morning, we had another long, slow hour of sex before showering and going to breakfast. The car was delivered about 10:00 and we went to The National Museum of the Great Lakes which tells the story and history of the Great Lakes. I learned about the role of the Great Lakes in the underground railroad, rum runners, ship wrecks, and more about the freighters that ply the waters of the Great Lakes. MJ collected information and bought a couple of books about shipping on the Great Lakes. I suspect that information will find its way into one of her future novels. They have a freighter as part of their exhibits as well, but we had seen the freighter in Cleveland so elected not to tour it.

We had a quiet lunch that was a bit awkward since MJ would be leaving when we finished. I paid the bill and we walked out to the car. MJ drove me back to the marina. We both got out of the car, held each other in a long embrace and a kiss.

“Jim, I’m going to see you again. I don’t know when or where, but when you least expect it, I’m going to show up. I feel we have the beginning of something that could be really special and I’m not going to give up on it. Now I’m going to get going because I have to, but remember, even though I was high as a kite, I told you I love you. I think I do, but I’m still struggling with that emotion, just as many of the characters in my books do.”

With that, she kissed me and climbed in the car. With a wave and a honk, she was gone. I stood there speechless.

Back at the boat, I tried to get my head screwed on straight. It felt like it was cross threaded. How does someone fall in love after only knowing each other a few days? I certainly wasn’t ready to proclaim my love for MJ. She was different then the others I had known and had a lot of special qualities that I liked, but LOVE?

The next morning, I headed for Detroit. I wasn’t certain about Detroit. I had heard that the city had filed for bankruptcy and was in dire straits, but I also had read that old industrial sites along the Detroit River were being bought up and converted to water front parks. I would be staying at a marina on Lake St. Clair which is between Lake Erie and Lake Huron. It has an area known as the Nautical Mile and boasts the largest concentration of marinas and pleasure boats in the Midwest. And of course, with pleasure boats comes a variety of dining and nightlife destinations that provides lots of variety.

The Detroit River was busy with commercial traffic and I had my head on a swivel so that I didn’t run over anyone, or get run over. There were several freighters on the river going both directions that I had to watch for as well as smaller commercial ships and then the pleasure crafts. I wished I had an extra set of eyes to help me, but I didn’t, so I stayed alert, listened to the chatter on the marine radio frequencies and slowly moved up the river towards Lake St. Clair. I arrived at the marina in late afternoon, got tied off and relaxed with a drink.

“Nice boat. Not registered in Michigan, so I assume you’re doing the loop?”

Looking up, there stood an older couple holding a drink and standing on the dock at the stern of my boat.

“Thank you. Yes, I started in May from Long Island and am working my way around the loop. Would you like to come aboard?”

“Sure, we’re locals and keep our boat here. We like to meet all the Loopers and find out how they’re doing, if they have any questions, sorta a welcoming committee for our city.”

“Wow, that’s kind of you. I’m Jim.” I shook hands with both of them. Their names were Charlie and Sally. They asked how long I was going to be staying in Detroit, what I planned to do and then made some suggestions for other places that I might be interested in visiting. I told them I wanted to visit Greenfield Village, The Henry Ford Museum and perhaps take a tour of a car assembly plant if that was available. They suggested that since I was doing the Loop, I may also want to visit the Mariners’ Church.

Sally said, “We’d love to take you to the church. We try to visit it at least once a month, just to remember the sailors that have been lost on the Great Lakes. Gordon Lightfoot wrote a song that refers to the church. You may have heard it, “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald”. We can also help you get a rental car so you can get to all the places you want to visit. The village and the museum are in Dearborn and there is no public transportation, other than a cab, to get you there.”

“I’d appreciate that. That sounds like an interesting church to visit, however, I’d prefer not to go for services.”

“Oh no, we’ll go when there are no services.”

They also suggested a restaurant for dinner and if I was interested, a club that was aimed more at people my age instead of the younger set. After some more talk, they excused themselves and we arranged to meet in the morning to get me a car and to visit the church.

Dinner that night was pleasant. I had a table at a window over looking the lake and a marina and all the boats. It was a pretty standard menu, but the steak was cooked perfectly, the salad was good and the wine very nice. I debated going to the club, but since it was still relatively early, I walked to the club.

The club was pretty typical, dark, a dance floor, live music, and not overly crowded. I was seated at a table in a corner and an attractive server took my drink order. As I waited for the music to start, I looked around. Most of the tables were occupied by couples, but a few had either a group of women or men sitting at them. As the music started, I was served my drink. I sat back to watch. I’m not much of a dancer, so I was reluctant to approach any of the women and ask to dance. The band played thru their first set and I ordered another drink. As the band started its second set, two women in their 30’s asked if they could join me. I indicated that they could if they wanted to.

“Do you dance?”

“Not very well.”

“Oh, will you dance with us anyway?”

I swallowed the rest of my drink and let them lead me to the dance floor. I had no business being on the dance floor with these two. The way they moved their bodies, the grace, energy and the way they lost themselves in the music was amazing. I did notice that they took every opportunity to rub themselves up against me, either with their ass or with their boobs. At one point it felt like they were doing the grind on me and I was helpless to stop it. When the music ended, we went back to the table and I ordered drinks for all three of us.

“That was fun. My name is Tina and this is Margo. We crew on a yacht that is currently in a boat yard having some maintenance done. The owner flew back to Florida for a couple of weeks while the boat is being repaired. When he gets back, we’re supposed to go up to Lake Superior for a week and then head back down the ICW to Florida.”

They were in their early 30’s, blonde, blue eyed, tan, fit and I noticed several guys contemplating hitting on them. I told them my story and they thought that was cool. They were surprised that I was alone.

Margo asked, “Did you come in today on a boat called Second Chance?”

“Yes, why?”

“That’s a beautiful boat. It’s also a nice size for two or three people. Do you ever have guest on board?”

“Err, yes, I’ve had guest on board. The most I’ve had, were two college students that helped me travel the Erie Canal and get thru all the locks.”

“Oh, were they pretty?” She laughed as she said that and Tina joined in.

“Sorry to laugh at you, but we have been working on boats for almost 12 years now, and know what happens on boats. That’s partially why we do it, plus we get to see exotic places and meet rich men.”

At this point they were approached by a couple of guys and asked to dance. They agreed but indicated they would return. When they got back, Tina said, “Typical male ass holes. They think because they were brave enough to ask us to dance, they deserve to get in our pants. They picked the wrong two girls for that stunt.”

I just laughed.

Tina asked, “How long are you going be here?”

“I’m here for 3 or 4 days. Tomorrow I’m going to the Mariner’s Church with some people I just met and then I’m going to Greenfield Village and the Henry Ford Museum. My plan is to be on Mackinac Island by Labor Day.”

Margo, “That sounds like fun. The Captain has given us the week off, so we’re going shopping tomorrow and we’re at a loss for the next few days. Would it be ok if we tagged along with you?”

“Sure, I’d enjoy the company.”

We danced through one more set, exchanged phone numbers and then I excused myself and headed back to the boat.

The next morning, I arranged for a car to be delivered. Charlie and Sally picked me up about 11:00 and took me to lunch and then to the Mariners’ Church.

The church really surprised me. It was such a peaceful and quiet place even though it was located in the heart of Detroit. The church was established in 1842 by the will of a lady named Julia Anderson. The church is different because it was founded as a non-diocesan, self-perpetuating parish especially for sailors. The church remains that way today. To some degree, the church was made famous by Gordon Lightfoot’s song, ‘ The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald’.

“In a rustic old hall in Detroit they prayed,

In the Maritime Sailors’ Cathedral.

The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times

For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.”

The whole experience was quite emotional. It gave me pause to think that if the Great Lakes can sink a ship as large as a Great Lakes Freighter, imagine what it could do to my little boat.

In the car going back to the marina, we all were quiet. Sally finally said, “That church makes me more emotional than any place I’ve ever been. It humbles you and makes you think about the power of the Great Lakes.”

Back at the boat, I poured my self a bourbon and sat on the deck thinking about the church, the Great Lakes, my boat and myself. It frightened me a little because I have never thought about myself in a philosophic manner. This was a new experience for me.

“Hello, Jim?” It was Tina and Margo.

“Hey, come aboard. Would you like a drink? I was just thinking about what I experienced today and trying to put it in perspective. Something new for me.”

“We’d love a drink. Tell us about your day and what you were thinking.”

I got them some wine and told them about the church.

Margo said, “Wow, I can see how that would make you a little introspective. Tina and I visited a little chapel in the Bahamas that gave us pause a few years ago. We talked about it almost non-stop for a week. We still talk about the experience from time to time.”

Tina chimed in with, “We thought we’d get dinner somewhere a little quieter than last night. Would you like to join us and we can discuss plans for tomorrow?”

“That sounds great!”

As we walked up the dock, each girl took an arm and we proceeded to walk along the Nautical Mile until we found a restaurant that wasn’t real busy and went in. We were seated and after we had ordered a drink, I asked, “So tell me, what’s it like working on a yacht?”

The girls looked at each other and giggled. Tina started, “We met 12 years ago and were both looking for adventure. At the time, we were living in Miami. We saw an ad in a paper looking for attractive women to work on yachts and we replied. It was an agency that provided crew support for yachts. They explained that we would be expected to serve food and drinks, make beds, do laundry, cleaning, serve as hostesses and what ever else the owner or captain told us to do.”

Margo,”Ya, that sounded like fun. We didn’t think about that last part too hard or we might not have signed on. The salary wasn’t bad, especially when they provided quarters and food. So we signed on, but insisted that we came as a pair, not as singles.”

“It wasn’t long before we got our first assignment. It was on a yacht that was going to be spending a couple of weeks cruising the islands. It was owned by some big wig and he wanted to impress some potential clients. The captain interviewed us before hiring us. He explained what our duties were and then added “and what ever else the owner or clients may request.” He looked at us to see what our reaction might be, but we didn’t catch the significance of his words. We just got very enthusiastic and said yes. He shook his head, smiled and we were hired.”

“We got to the dock a day early so we could get acquainted with the boat, where stuff was, where our quarters were, and were surprised when we were given uniforms to wear. They turned out to be quiet revealing. The captain again asked us if we were sure we wanted to do this and, we of course, said yes.

“The next day, the owner and the guest arrived and we cast off. Everything went well, lunch was served, the tables cleared, we made sure the rooms were in order and went to our quarters to wait for drinks and dinner. While we were there, the captain called down and asked us to report to the bridge for some instructions. Arriving, the captain said, ‘ Do you remember when I explained the position, I said that what ever else the owner or guest request?’ Both of us looked at each other and shook our heads yes. ‘The owner and guest have requested that drinks and dinner be served topless with each of you wearing no more than a thong.’ We were surprised and shocked. Neither of us had expected this, but now we were in a position where we had no choice. Neither of us were virgins, but ……….”

Our drinks arrived and Tina took up the story.

“We only had about 20 minutes before drinks were to be served, so we went back to our quarters, looked at each other and undressed. I think we both were afraid to say anything. We put on our sexiest thongs and went to serve drinks. After about 3 or 4 drinks, some of the guest started getting a little touchy-feely. At first, we were a little annoyed, but as long as it didn’t get any worst, I was all right with it and Margo seemed to be ok as well. By the time dinner was served, they were openly fondling our breast, our asses, and rubbing our crotches. By the time dinner was over, they were trying to get our thongs off, but we said we had to keep them on.”

“A couple of the guys tried to get us to go back to their rooms with them, but we managed to avoid that. It wasn’t long before some of the guys had passed out and some members of the crew helped them back to their rooms. One whispered to me that we had done well for a first time and to expect this on about every trip. He said some will get even worse.”

They paused in the story as we ordered our dinners and then Margo continued.

“For the next couple of days, the first day was repeated, however, the guests roaming hands began as soon as the first drink was served. One guest offered Tina a $1000 to go back to his room with him. The captain over heard him and explained that wasn’t allowed on his boat. The owner also helped to calm things down.”

“Everything must have gone well. By the time we got back to our home port, the owner had a signed contract for millions of dollars, the guest were happy and grabbed one more feel as they left. The captain pulled us aside and said, ‘You did very well. Not all trips will be like this. There will be trips where you will be expected to do more and the guest rooms will not be off limits to you for entertaining. If that doesn’t bother you, I’ll make sure to use you both again. The guest took up a tip for you. Here it is.’ The envelope contained $5000 to split between us. The owner also gave us a bonus as part of our checks. ”

“So that was how we got started. We now work with just 6 captains and make a very comfortable living. You may be surprised at what we have been asked to do by some guest, both men and women. The more risqué the bigger the tips, but we’ve still set our limits We don’t do anything with pain, giving or receiving and we don’t do water sports or drugs.”

At that point, our dinner arrived and the discussion changed to me and my adventures. They were enthralled when I told them about Helen and Lori, laughed at the story about Amber and was surprised about MJ.

After dinner, I invited them back to Second Chance for a drink and they accepted. Back at the boat after a brief tour, I asked, “Does all your work on the boats involve sex?”

“No, two of the boats we work regularly are what we call family boats. The owners usually bring their wives and kids along as well as members of the extended family and their kids. When we work those boats, most of the kids are under 10, so we are like nanny’s and care for the kids while the adults have time together. If it’s during the school year, they get the assignments from the school for the kids and we serve as teachers as well. Working those yachts is a nice change of pace for both of us.”

“Do you work all year, or do you take time off?”

Tina answered that one, “We usually work 9-10 months of the year. Most of the trips are a week or less, but on occasion, a trip will last a couple of weeks. We try to take a week off between trips if possible. Now that we work with a limited number of captains, we are better able to schedule our time.”

“What are the most ‘interesting’ trips you’ve made?”

Margo,”I think there are two trips that stand out for us. The first was a trip that was with a captain we no longer work for. The owner had some business guest on for a three day trip and what we didn’t know was they had drugs aboard. We think it was coke, pot, and what ever else. We were serving naked and things got out of hand with a couple of the guys. They started hitting on us and then hitting us and demanding all kinds of kinky stuff that we wouldn’t do. That brought more hits. Both Tina and I were bruised and Tina suffered a broken arm. We demanded the captain take us to the nearest port so we could leave the boat. The jerks didn’t even pay us for the days we did work. We now have a clause in our contracts that we only work drug free boats. Fortunately, the captains we work with also have similar clauses in their contracts, so we don’t have any more of those problems.”

Tina, “The other trip that we think of is a trip where the only people dressed were the captain, the engineer, the cook, and the assistant captain. Everyone else, including us were naked for 10 straight days. There were four couples plus the owner and his wife. It turned out that they were into swinging and this was a swinging party. Before we even signed on, we were told what to expect, but we still agreed to work the boat. We were expected to be active participants as well as perform our normal work. One afternoon, they set up an inflatable pool, poured some oil in it and asked us to wrestle.
Both Margo and I got all oiled up and tried to pin each other. It was fun. We were so slippery that neither of us could even hold the other. One of the wives decided to join us and then there were three naked women wrestling in the pool. Some of the men sat watching us while jacking off. After about 20 minutes, we got out of the pool and started to clean up. The woman that had joined us, pulled me to the deck and proceeded to eat my pussy. She certainly had a talented tongue. I came 4 or 5 times and while she was eating me, one of the guys, fucked her from behind.”

Margo, “One morning after serving coffee, two of the guys got into a 69 and sucked each other off. That was a shock to both Tina and I. The wives did each other more than once a day as well, especially after the men had fucked themselves out so that they couldn’t get it up any more. Also, after fucking, a woman would clean the man and the woman up. Both of us spent nights in the rooms with a couple in a three way. By the end of the trip both Tina and I had each spent the night with all of the couples and the owner and his wife.”

Tina, “One of the wives was really into bondage and got one of the husbands to tie her up in a chair and then really abused her. She was bruised pretty bad, but said she had never cum so hard. As you can imagine, there was just about any thing you can think of. Anal, tit fucks, blow jobs, vibrators, dildos, two ways, three ways, four ways, gang bangs, and a couple of ladies pulled a train. One of the wives walked around with a butt plug in and would only pull it out if she was getting her ass fucked. It really turned into an orgy that lasted several days and no one caring who they had sex with or where they had sex. The deck was a common area, but the stairs, the bow, and the railings were also used. One woman even used the railing as a horizontal dance pole and would rub herself off on it at least once a day. Our tip for that trip was the best we’ve ever had.”

Margo, ” We figure we have only a few more years before we’re replaced by younger women. We’ve been saving our money and have a nice place in Boca Raton, Fl. After we’re done with this, we want to open an interior decorating business. When we have time, we take classes in decorating.”

“It sounds like you have lived a very adventurous life. How about we leave tomorrow morning about nine after the rush hour traffic clears.”

Tina, “Since we are going to be together tomorrow, how bout Margo and I spending the night here with you?”

Both Tina and Margo smiled. “Sounds great to me!”

Down below, they both worked to undress me and had me sit on the bed and watch. They proceeded to undress each other and then they kissed. It was the hottest kiss I’d ever seen. My cock was painfully hard just from the kiss. They began to explore each others bodies with hands and tongues roaming every where, tasting, kissing, feeling each others tits, pussy, and rubbing clits. Soon they crawled on the bed and got into a scissor arrangement and were rubbing their clits together. While they were doing that, Tina reached over and started stroking my cock all the time smiling at me. Margo was pulling on her nipples and playing with her tits. After several minutes, both came and then Tina turned and sucked my cock into her mouth. Margo moved up and sat on my face and gave my tongue access to her very wet pussy.

By the end of the night, each girl had come several times and my balls were as dry as they’d ever been. They both curled up to me and kissed me. We spent the night that way.

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