Now go and enjoy yourselves. And no dicking around! I mean it!’ He looked at us, but his gaze lingered on me and Liv longer than anyone else. Liv s...iled at him, ‘Come on, coach. Do you honestly think we’d do anything?’ His face told us otherwise. She smiled and grabbed my hand, leading me into the lobby, everyone following suit. Dinner that night was good, an all-you-can-eat buffet for no cost. Liv sat with me, Nate, and Cody, all of us joking and laughing, forgetting that we didn’t want to be. Actually, we've got a problem."It was August. We were putting together our itinerary for the weddings. I wanted to fly to Adelaide, but Weena thought we should take the train. Either way, Patrick would be taking his first trip. But this sounded more serious."What's the matter, Charlie?" Waal. I bin readin' a lot about weather an' climate an' geology." Yes?" An' I was wond'ring ifn we should sell out." What?" You got a minnit?" For you? Always." Okeh. It's gettin' drier here. The Finke ain't had. She was sexually excited and her pussy was dripping.I looked up to see Heather looking right at my crotch. I then looked down and saw the head of my cock peeking out of one of my short’s legs. Its head was a dark bluish pink and its tiny little slit was drooling just like Heather’s pussy was. There was a slime trail on my inner thigh.Heather spoke first, “I see we both have the same problem. Suppose we take care of our problems together.”I asked, “Just what do you have in mind young. COG: at anchor, Ile du riou , calanque des contrebandiers SOG: 0.0 kts, Temp: 83f, Winds: NW at 15, viz unlimited +10nmi, Barometer 29.98 and rising, GPS: 43°10’26.16’N | 5°23’11.17’E We are still anchored inside the calanque des contrebandiers, aka smuggler’s cove, effectively in another world yet only six miles from Marseilles. Liz is turning out to be a decent diver, both she and Carol are spending lots of time down there – two hours yesterday – while Ted remains preoccupied and sullen,.