I was married to Judy, a lovely, vivacious woman with a massive sexual appetite and a great voice. She recently got a job on a cruise liner as a singe... and today was the day her ship was docking at the end of a three-month cruise.I worked on an oil rig as a welder in the north sea, we worked a month on and a month off, but there’d been an accident which meant that the rig had to shut down for a health and safety check.So I was going home to meet my wife.The crew helicopter dropped us off in. Easier than finding a girl. Sometimes I would reciprocate, sometimes not.The driver of the BMW was maybe 35 years old, slightly pudgy. He seemed troubled, like he had a lot on his mind. He clearly wanted someone to talk to. So I listened to his troubles, as he talked about his problems getting along with his father, and a lot of other things. We drove for 20 minutes or so before he asked me where I was planning to spend the night. When I said I had no plans, and no money for a motel, he offered. Walking around old town for a while, I am just enjoying window-shopping along the avenue. Noticing a used bookstore, I decide to stop in. Hell, I have too many books already, but I was hoping that my late afternoon goldbricking might turn up a good read, and a bargain. One never knows! I am a bit of an amateur historian, but browsing the history section was not turning up any gold … I couldn’t find anything of interest. I browsed my way over to the non-fiction shelves to look for a quick easy. A cold beer at 10 o’clock in the morning by the sea, what could be better.I sat there while Sam stood at the bar writing something or other into a notebook, my eyes were glued to her rounded bubble butt so perfect with the cotton of her yoga shorts wedged between her cheeks following the contours of her rounded cheeks down between her legs showing her thigh gap off to its fullest potential, my goal is to see what is under them, could I?I was enjoying the relaxation and view and could feel my.