- I didn't do anything of the sort, I said, nervous as to what might happen.She stood there...looking at me, then without saying anything, she stepped...forward and grabbed my hand. With her other hand she took a firm grip around my waist and pushed me onto the bed. I could feel my pulse rising, I wasn't really sure what was going on. With her right hand still wrapped around mine, she sat herself down on top off me with her legs on either side of mine.- What are you doing, I finally was able to. For a while, we were rich, until the miners removed almost everything above sea level, leaving us with very little to live on. We tried to diversify, fishing, investing in Australian real estate, even funding the production of a movie, but our investments were not profitable. We knew we would be dependent on tourism, but, frankly, why would tourists want to visit a flattened mine site near the equator in the Pacific Ocean? How to attract rich tourists? We found this old cruise ship, about. She then stands up an whips off everything that she was wearing, taking a little box out of her pocket she says we need to go to the bedroom. So she grabs my cock an i follow her to our bed. She then lays down on the bed with her head hanging off an she tells me to fuck her mouth. So i slowly inch all 7"in of my cock down her throat an start fucking her mouth! She gets her finger wet from the drool, an as i am deep in her throat she shoves her finger up my ass, which made me cum! (Extremely. Not that she had a lot of exposure to it. There had been that one time. One time she had lost an aunt to cancer, and John had tried to comfort her in the grief she felt. Neither of them had a sexual relationship with anyone, because as John had put it, ‘Time enough for that after we get our education.’ Judy smiled. John was like that. When he was pursuing something he was single-minded. But he was equally devoted to his friends, especially so, it seemed, to her. When he discovered her grief.