. look at you all ..." My head lolled forward and I groaned. "Look at you lot staring at me getting fucked. I love it. I fucking love it!"They all gro...ped around, watching and yanking their cocks while my hubby pounded away behind me. The sound of our fucking made it better. The slap-slap-slap of flesh on flesh mixed with my groans and sighs, while, at the same time, I could hear my pussy squelching around my husband's stiff cock.After a few minutes of frantic rutting, with me thrusting my hips. The fiberglass coating on the hull from the waterline down had done the same for water noises against the hull; it was an unplanned but not unpleasant surprise. At 18 knots the faint whine of the turbos on the new Caterpillar six cylinder engines was about all that could be heard in the night.The yard had done a picture documentary of every phase of the refit. One picture showed her shored up in the huge work building, multiple hull planks (18 were replaced in all) missing and the roof of the. She’d been in the modeling industry herself for a time a few years back, but she’d abandoned it because she was tired of not being taken seriously for her skills, and for her brain. Degrading women by valuing their beauty over their capability was a big pet peeve of hers. ‘Oh easy, that’s… um…’ Shit, who was it? Mr. Sinclaire had been the manager before Desiree’s cleansweep of the old folks and the men (and Sinclaire had been both). After… was there a manager? ‘…that’s nobody, really. We have. If I took 51 st , drove like a demon and made all the lights, I might just make it back in time to save my job. Fifteen minutes later, I was stranded on the edge of town, five miles from home. I was sitting in a cloud of steam and dust, in heat that is supposed to reach 120 by noon. My tits were about to burst, my husband was in Nevada, and I didn’t know anyone I could call for help, even if I could find a pay phone. As I leaned on the steering wheel, weeping and feeling sorry for myself, I.
Read MoreRelated Videos
