The morning after we arrived the ship was open to the general public, I was patrolling the upper deck, when I was approached by two guys who asked if ... would like to go with them on a sightseeing trip around some of The Big Apple. I said that I would like to, but I would like to bring a friend. One hour later we were in a taxi, travelling around the City, the two guys were both very touchy-feely and we were wondering if they might be gay. The cab dropped us of outside an apartment block in a. Otherwise I might even feel uncomfortable. Her vaginal fluid started to flow and she was sucking in her breath (hissing sound) and grunting."Oh, ho ho ho ho. si si si . Fuck. Fuck. Hell, you are killing me, Jason." She started to tremble a little as her first orgasm hit her. Now she changed her style. Before she was going straight up and down. Now she bent forward slightly and raised her butt a few inches. She pressed both her hands on my thighs. Now both the dildo and my cock was half way out. An almost inhuman growl escaped from her throat; a spark of feral fire leapt in the smoky emerald eyes. His voice continued, low and rough, “No, don’t tell me. Show me.”Her hips began to buck more vigorously; her juices slicking his flesh. Hoarse cries and growls were torn from her throat, her eyes never left his. He took his hands from her breasts. Placing one hand on her hip and one hand on her upper back, he pulled her forward. She snarled out as his teeth sunk into her. She has short wavy chestnut brown hair and brown eyes. The short skirt showed off her other asset, firm and shapely legs. When she saw me she stumbled over to me, and slurred” dance with me” I tried to beg off, telling her, “Mona Chopra, I’m tired, let’s just go home.”She gave me a pout and I caved. “OK, just one dance”. Of course the next song was a waltz. She dragged me onto the dance floor and wrapped her arms around my neck. Mona Chopra smelled delicious, and as we danced she snuggled into.