“Strip.”I guess I deserved this. I removed my shirt. They watched, saying nothing. I removed my shorts. I hesitated but finally pulled off my ...nderpants. I was fully exposed.Meredith walked over and picked up my clothes. She took them to where they were sitting.“Good boy. We like to look too.”We continued to talk. They asked questions and I stammered on about my college. I was naked. They were clothed. They acted like this was normal. I tried to pretend I was ok with this, but. He was pulled back again from the quivering woman. He growled his annoyance, but his mistress's hands brooked no nonsense.His cock felt is if it was trying to leave his body. It had grown beyond his normal proportions and his knot was drying in the slight draught from the open window. He watched with interest as the young woman flipped over and layover a couple of cushions. The cushions raised her perky little pink rear into the air; inflamed pussy lips pouting between her inner thighs stared. I remember Bob reminding Emily how he let her use her dildo in his ass, how much she enjoyed doing that to him, how much he enjoyed having it done. So now I thought I needed to get in on the act and give both these guys an extra bit of stimulation.I took Eric's cock in my mouth and started to suck him as he kept getting fucked. Sure, it was guys who usually sucked that sweet cock of his, but he sure didn't mind having me clamp my lips around the rigid tool. And while I sucked him I felt around. As we approached, the aging vessel seemed to gain length and width. She was a lot bigger than she looked from across the bay. I stepped out of the car and stood with my knuckles perched on my hips and gazed at the huge metal houseboat. Printed across her stern, in garish black and gold letters, the name ‘Lucille’ glared at me through the rust. Except for the fact that her hull was streaked from the constant rusting where the paint had been chipped away, the rest of the boat had been.