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We ran into a nasty storm and she suffered badly from sea sickness and was treated in the ship's small hospital. I visited her there a few times until she had recovered. When the storm had passed she came to my cabin to thank me for my visits. The sea was fairly calm and I put in to Barcelona to allow the passengers a few days for sight seeing. I know of a sandy beach a few miles from the port and, leaving Sreve in charge, I hired a car and took Pauline there so that we could swim in the warm sea. When there and in our swimming costumes I saw what a wonderful figure Pauline had. Having been a widower for so long, I was interested and my cock grew fairly hard. Pauline noticed it and said that I seemed somewhat affected on seeing her in her bathers. I said that I was and apologised. She replied that she didn't mind at all. When we were in the water, she suggester that I might take off my bathers to relieve any discomfort I might be having. "If did that I would be naked, Pauline". "Yes,. So I increased my speed whilst fondling Helena’s left tit, but I soon felt that familiar feeling. I knew I had better slow down if I were to last for more than a minute. Remember, James, slow and steady wins this race, I told myself. I switched my focus to Helena’s face, but she had her eyes closed, presumably enjoying the gentle fucking rhythm that I was setting. That would be my luck: I screw a woman for the first time in years, and I put her to sleep! But then Helena opened her eyes slowly and smiled softly. “This is fantastic, James,” she whispered. “I just love to be fucked slowly and sensually. Your cock feels so good inside me. Can you do the work for now and let me relax for a moment?” So, I maintained my slow and steady rhythm in relative silence. Every now and then, I would be rewarded with a passionate kiss and, after what seemed like a long time, Helena’s hands began wandering across my ass cheeks. I picked up my pace a wee bit. “Oooh, that’s really good,” Helena purred..
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