From then on, both of us would tease each other taking Pooja’s name. In some sense we had started looking at her as our personal fun catalyst. I had...started to sympathise with Raj whenever I was finished and he wanted more and hence I started recommending Raj to think about whoever (wanting that to be Pooja) and finish his work in thoughts. Pooja was becoming like a soft cuddly baby to both of us.At times we would feel for her just like our child, our own baby, so much so when I was alone with. Giving her warmth to keep her alive. ‘A storm came out of no where. I was headed back to this little nitch I’d found earlier to moor the boat. I was going to wait it out and head back to one of the harbours in the morning. I’d started to bring in the sails so I could just motor in. A gust of wind caught me off guard when I was bringing in the Genoa.’ The expression on her face showed that she was indeed reliving her night of terror. She began to tremble as if cold. ‘The jib was ripped out of my. She asked, “Do you think these are big enough?” While returning her hug, I replied, “I think they’re great.” When our dance was ended, I invited Sue to join me at my table. She accepted, picked up her drink, and told her friends she was joining me. They didn’t seem to notice, let alone care. For the next couple of hours, Sue and I danced to the slow tunes. We talked at our table when the band played the faster stuff. Neither of us cared for the fast stuff. She told me she was twenty-seven. Trina had just lost her bra and was down to her panties. Josie still had her shorts, bra and panties and Alan had his shorts and boxers.Alan was enjoying the sight of Trina’s C cup titties and his cock was getting harder as the night went on. The next hand Ashley lost her bra and she blushed as she removed it and exposed her perfect C/D cup tits to the table. Alan was the next loser and his shorts hit the floor but since he was sitting, he didn’t really expose much.When Josie lost her shorts,.