"Good thing my stomach was nearly empty — sushi, not beef." Catherine looked up at Lorne with a sheepish expression. "I haven't done that since Grade Eleven Anatomy."

He had pulled the sheet loose from the bottom of the bed and was wiping her with it. "I guess it was a bit gross dumping it as I did. I should have gone slower, but you seemed okay leading up to it. Are you okay now?"

"I'm fine — now. I guess it was the suddenness of it." She shook her head at his wiping. "Don't worry about cleaning me, most of my spew ended up on you."

"Go jump in the shower, I'll throw this into the washer, then join you. Sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. Just shaken. How about you? Are you okay?"

"I think I've finally gotten rid of him — I hope I have."

Half an hour later, they sat in the sunny cockpit enjoying their espressos and eating thin slices of smoked sockeye on cream cheese sprinkled with capers and red onion on lightly toasted bagels.

"Is this the cold-smoked alder salmon from Qualicum? It must be. Still my favourite."

"They've expanded, kept the quality and lowered their prices. I don't know how the others will survive."

"How about buying reviews, raising prices to pay for them and pretending to be the best?"

"Seems to be the modern way, doesn't it?"

"Like the bagels. These must be Safeway Bakery. The reviews usually tout Solomon's and Beigel's. I've tried them so often to see if I could discover why."

He took another bite and put up a finger to mark his pause to enjoy, then said, "A large portion of the public is gullible. They don't trust their own opinions. They'd rather distort their tastes to adapt to what they're told is good. Politicians play with this. Prey on them with it."

"And the other mass markets — women's clothing, cosmetics, yahoo vehicles, firearms, other ego boosters for the insecure. So much of modern marketing is preying on insecurity, on doubt, on fear."

They moved on to lighter banter as they enjoyed their leisurely breakfast. The morning had warmed quickly, as they often do in the late spring, and since the anchorage had emptied, Lorne took off his bathrobe. "I often sit here in the cockpit this way. Even with others in the anchorage. They'd see nothing. Likely wouldn't want to."

She shucked her robe and snuggled beside him, pulling his face to hers for a kiss. "So what do you have in mind?"

"I was thinking I could try using this thing for its other intended purpose."

She had no doubt what he meant by this thing. It was proudly standing front and centre. "Here?"

"We could. The cushions are soft, I'm hard and —"

"You're so impulsive." She smiled at him and gave a slow stroke up his length. "But as much as I'd love to have you turn me into quivering jelly right here, right now, let's approach this more slowly. Enjoy it more."

"We could use a berth in one of the aft cabins. They're queens."

"Do you have a fresh sheet for your bed?"

"There's another silk and a bamboo."

"Simple, then, let's do the king in the master cabin — much more appropriate. Take our time with it, build up to it." She shook her head and smiled. "God, this is so funny. I've been building up to this since I was four. Praying for it, begging for it for thirty years and now I slow. Probably right, though. Why rush it now?"

They stretched the fresh bottom sheet onto the bed, tossed the six pillows on, then stood gazing into each other's eyes. She changed to speaking in a deep-throated voice: "The magnificent hunk stood in front of her, looking into her eyes, seeming to question. She raised a hand to her right breast and started slowly circling a finger around her nipple, trembling at the sensation as it puckered out. She looked at her lonely left breast, then to his eyes, inviting..."

"Oh, my fuck!" His hand was on her breast and circling. "You're so fucking hot, I used to pull to your writing. I had trouble doing the editing without — sometimes I had to wipe jizz off your pages. Oh, my God."

"She smiled at him, then pressed his hand into her breast, squeezing it lightly and rolling her eyes across to the bed, tilting her head for emphasis. He followed her, now more eager. How could she help seeing his eagerness?" They moved onto the bed.

"He knelt over her, between her spread legs as she lay back, head on the soft pillows, sensing the fresh silk sheet beneath her. He appeared to be wondering what to do next. She held a hand out toward him, he took it and she gently pulled him on top of her. They kissed..."

"See, this is easy," she said at the end of a long exploring kiss. "It's a matter of sensing what your lover wants and allowing them to sense what you want."

She led him through foreplay, popping once in the process, then they connected.

An hour and a half later, they were still connected. She was kneeling astride as she gently rocked and rotated her hips, bending forward to swish her nipples across his chest. He watched her with wonder in his eyes as she climbed toward another shuddering release. "You're doing amazingly well... I told you... There's nothing to fear... This is wonderful... For me... Excuse me... Again..." she said with panting breath before she began convulsing with deep moans rising from her throat.

She collapsed on him again, panting more deeply and twitching as a warmth spread through her soul. "Is it good? Am I pleasing you?" he asked, gently kneading her bum cheeks and kissing her neck. "Was I doing the breast massage thing correctly?"

"God, Lorne, this is so far beyond good." She kissed his face randomly, seeming to try not to miss any spot. "You are absolutely amazing. Nathan could rarely last long enough inside to please me, I could count the times. You've popped me nearly as often in the past while as he did in a decade."

Her face kissing continued as her breathing calmed, then she paused to say, "This exercise regime will keep me slim. My God, such a wonderful all-round exercise regime. Cardiovascular, flexibility, endurance, mental, spiritual, emotional."

She sat up and ran her hands lightly across his chest, teasing his nipples, then trailing her fingers over the firm ripples of his abdomen, through his navel to the curls of hair at their juncture. "We need to get you to come. So far it's been all me. It's your turn now."

"But what if I get you pregnant?"

"I told you before we started, this is a safe time." She giggled. "I know that's a long time ago now, but I'm still safe." Shrugging her shoulders and smiling, she gazed into his eyes. "Besides, I'd love to make babies with you."

Tears welled in his eyes then rolled down the sides of his head as he stared at her. He raised a hand to wipe them, but she beat him to it as she bent to lick them away.

He continued to stare into her eyes. "I would love to do that. I would really love to. Do you want to start now?"

"We can practice until it happens. I'm not fertile for another while yet, but first, we need to get this seed machine of yours working. There'll be no crop unless you plant seeds."

"I can easily make it work, outside, solo. But inside..." He paused and shrugged. "Guess I'll have to learn."

"So far you've been a quick learner. Show me what you do solo. From there, surely we can figure out how to work it together." She bent forward and licked his lips, then slowly lifted her hips and unplugged him, letting out a long sigh through the process. "You're so comfortable. No soreness. Amazingly, no soreness. I used to get so sore and raw from the friction with Nathan, even with his short sprints. We've just run a marathon, and I'm not sore." She fingered her vaginal entrance. "Not at all."

She turned to him, wrapped a hand around his penis and pulled the foreskin back to study the action as the spout opened to expose the tips of the head halves. With a firmer tug, she popped it over and behind the ridge. "This is a tight glove," she said, studying the action as she rolled it back up to cover the head and allowed it to purse out into a spout.

"I don't remember ever playing doctor with your foreskin. I guess we were completely innocent then. Yours is still the only one I've seen, and until now, I had no idea how they work — folding back on themselves. Guess I'd not thought about them. The rabbis cut these off the infant boys, so I thought they must be useless."

She rolled it off again and continued peeling the skin along his shaft, arriving at his pubes, paused to examine it again, then took a grip with her other hand farther up the shaft and continued pulling the skin back until it was taut. "That's a length and a half of skin I've pulled back. The rabbi's tiny snip is a huge amount of flesh." She stared at it and shook her head.

"This is how Nathan's was," she said, stretching the skin all the way off to make a smooth, shiny surface. "His was smaller — much smaller, but similar. This is like a fricking knobbed broomstick, no wonder I got sore. Shoving that in and out, rubbing me raw. Him too. He became so raw trying to satisfy me. He finally gave up trying."

She released the skin and allowed it to move back up and gather in big wrinkles behind the rim. "The rabbis don't simply snip a piece off the end of this, as we've been told. They cut out a huge section from the middle, wrap-up the remains and hope the ends heal. That's why Nathan had those strange scars. What a horrid tradition."

She gazed into Lorne's eyes, which had been watching her with delighted wonder. "You have such a magnificent schlong. I love how it glides within its own sleeve." She fingered her entrance again. "No irritation. It'll be fun getting this to work for the both of us."

She rolled on top of him, and they wrapped together in a tangled embrace, lightly touching, caressing and murmuring pleasant thoughts. After twenty minutes Catherine said, "You still need to show me how you bring yourself off so we can figure out what'll work inside."

"You show me how you do yourself. That'll excite me." Lorne smiled at her. "I've dreamed of that so often."

She felt him throbbing again, and she pressed toward it. "I feel it's already working. You've a marvellous response."

They untangled and he sat to watch as she began moving the skin around on her mound. "I do this first as a warm-up. A general gentle rub — no, not a rub, just moving flesh around. Then I'll use my other hand to begin tweaking and pulling my nipples, rubbing. Depending on my mood, I may start lightly fingering my little lips, pulling them out gently and running them in circles. This moves the skin back-and-forth over my clit, which increases my wetness..."

She continued to demonstrate and explain, alternating her eyes back and forth between his face and his huge stiffness until her orgasm overtook her.

He was entranced watching her, captivated by her beauty, but more amazed with her awareness of her body, her confidence with it and her desire to share this. To share this with me. This is so like my dreams. His body shuddered with her as she climaxed.

As Catherine recovered, she saw him still staring at her with a strange expression on his face. "Lorne, you seem hypnotised. You're somewhere else."

"I've been mesmerised having one of my fondest dreams play out here in front of me. I kept pinching myself. Please tell me I'm not dreaming."

"It's real, Lorne. I'm real; you're real. You're really real, you're so genuinely you. You're so endearingly childlike in your innocence, in your curiosity, in your honesty."

"I love watching you. I could learn to do that for you. I'd love to. Would you like that?"

"You did a wonderful job of it yesterday. My God, that was so wonderful. You've little to learn. Maybe more confidence, I don't know what else." She pointed at his pointing. "Show me what you do."

He wrapped both hands around it, one above the other, and began sliding the skin up and down. "I can go slow like this for hours — I often do. It keeps me on an excited edge, just short. The longer I do it, the more intensity when I come. When I want to finish, I simply pull back my foreskin to bare my heads and give them a few strokes. Pop. Relief. Mess." He looked into her eyes and smiled. "Do you want me to show you my geyser?"

"Why not reach down when you're in me, pull the skin off your to head? Convert yourself into a bare broomstick when you want to come. You'll get increased friction inside that way. God, Nathan's bare head rarely lasted more than a minute or two."

"That should work." He played with baring his heads by pulling the skin at the bottom of his shaft. "Three short pulls bares them." He smiled at her. "This'll work. Do you want to try it, or should I go ahead and pop out here?"

"Silly, silly you. You must be joking. Sometimes you're so silly, Lorne. You know damned well we both want you to come inside. Lay back. Let me straddle you again."

After they had adjusted postures and conjoined, she started gently churning, tilting and rotating her pelvis as she did short squats. "Let me know what you need. Direct me. Let me help you with it."

"You keep doing what you're doing, I'm already almost at the edge now from watching your lips in action. How close are you? Do you want us to come together? I think I can tell now when you're getting near the point."

"That would be sublime. Give me a few minutes."

He watched with fascination as she gradually built to the point he recognised, then he reached down and gave his skin three quick tugs. Less than a quarter minute later, they were writhing, twitching and convulsing together as a bellow built loudly from deep inside his throat, harmonising with her deep moans. Their faces were wet with tears as she collapsed onto him and they hugged tightly, both still gently rocking their hips.

Their panting turned to laughter, body-shaking laughter, which mimicked their earlier convulsions. "Yeah, that works. God, does that work."