Nobody Knows What Goes On Behind Closed Doors (Intro)
35. Nobody Knows What Goes On Behind Closed Doors (Intro) It was Saturday morning and we were still in the mega-yacht marina in Miami. Still working my plan to offload my stowaway. We had a lunch date on a different behemoth, Stardust. I wanted Vista to be horny when we visited. You know, like a shopkeeper dusting his wares. So I quietly slipped out of bed trying not to wake her. I was purposely trying to avoid her vow of sex first thing every morning. Much to my chagrin, my rattling around with the coffee pot roused my sleeping beauty. She crawled out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom. When she emerged, she came up behind me, wrapping herself around me. Her hand felt my crotch. “This is not acceptable. Where’s your morning wood, …
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