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Back up in a moment with the picnic basket, he began to set the table."Let me do that, please," Ingrid insisted."Sure," he said, grateful for the help."I'll take these to the warmer," indicating the dinner plates.Ingrid quickly set the teak table with side plates, cutlery and two clean wine glasses. There were no champagne flutes or champagne in the picnic basket this time.Steve returned to the barbeque and turned the meat. Ingrid couldn't quite identify the aroma from the meat. The microwave beeper went off and Steve headed back down the companionway.Ingrid began to wonder how many times he would have to make that trip. No wonder he's fit! She heard the 'thock' of a cork and the sound of a bottle being placed in a cooler with ice. In a moment he was back up on deck and placed the cooler on the bench beside the dinner table.He returned to barbeque, poked and prodded the steaks gently with a fork and nodded in satisfaction. He moved the steaks to the now cleaned plate they had arrived. “You’ll only show me yours, if I show you mine?” I asked. “S’only fair, Miss.” The grin exploded into shock as I undid the top button of my jeans. He couldn’t hold back and as I undid my zipper, Joe dragged his cock out and started stroking it. “You’re really going to show me your cunt?” “My pussy, Joe. I’m going to show you my pussy.” He hauled on his rod, perhaps savoring my use of a dirty word and the visual treat to come. “Have you ever thought about me when you masturbate?” I asked. I’ve thought about you Joe, oh so many times. “Yes, of course,” he said. “We all do.” I stopped for a moment. It had never occurred to me that the other lads jerked off to me. “Is that OK?” Joe’s hand had stopped pumping. “Yes, I suppose I should be flattered.” I was feeling even dirtier now that I knew the deeper truth of the effect I was having on the boys. We looked at each as I tugged my knickers down as my pupil jacked off. As my crotch came on display, he spat on his hand and eased the.
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