Mrs. Johnson, the English Teacher, stared in awe from what she had just witnessed. Maybe it was the fact that she watched him masturbate without him k...owing had caused her pussy to get wet. Or maybe it was the sight of the biggest cock she had seen in her life. Either way, she could not deny the fact that she had become terribly excited. She stood blocked behind the door that concealed her from his view and began wondrously comparing her husband's cock to the one she had just seen. Her. What if there was a secret combination of vibrations on the clit, inside a woman’s vagina and inside her rectum that when a ‘perfect storm” of harmonic frequencies was reached that the woman’s next half minute or so would launch her like the space shuttle and then leave her collapsed and sobbing, her body soaking wet well past her knees. Maybe “The Perfect Storm” would be a good name for the device or maybe “The Vag-tazer”. Chances are the combination of vibration rates would be a little. Most of the folks were very nice and I was thoroughly enjoying my summer adventure. The third day found me waiting for gas at a marina and talking about fishing with one of the local lads. The fish, I was assured, were indeed biting. All I had to do is drop anchor in an oxbow, a branch of the river flowing on the inside of a small island. Finding such a place was easy, in an hour I had my fishing rod out, baited and was laying on a small sandy beach along an oxbow just downstream from the town.. The captain expected them to perform low-grade manual labour throughout the voyage and the team members were grateful for something to take their mind of what lay before them. As well as putting in a full shift like the rest of the crew, the fanatics also used the huge deck space of the tankers to maintain their peak fitness. They ran races against each other and performed a dizzying number of press-ups, squats and crunches.The real crewmembers knew better than to enquire who they were and what.