Marcus breaks away from my lips, leaving a trail of wetness over my neck as he works his way down to my stomach, opening my dress further, to leave me...completely naked before him. He pushes me down on the desk on my back, the second pair of hands helping him. Then the second pair of hands takes my hands and puts them around his butt and I feel his nakedness also. I feel the second person bending over me, cupping my breasts in his hands, and I can also feel his penis close to my mouth, while his. I let Jill sleep - she needed it and while she was asleep, she wasn't seasick. The single bare bulb overhead slowly swung back and forth with the motion of the ship. I hugged my knees, and looked at my cell mate. She was a pretty woman, divorced and about thirty two years old. Like me, she came from an upscale family that supplied every possible thing that a person could want. She had been my friend since college, and lately an intimate friend as we began to explore... well, things that. Were back at her place after the cab ride (we made out the whole way) and she started to change in front of me, so of course I made the first move on helping her remove her sexy dress, and then she asked me have you ever had sex with a girl before, I said yes multiple times, and she said great then you know what your doing, I didn't say anything after we just started to make out, eventually it came till we were nude, she was sucking my nipples, she was getting lower and lower until she finally. **Jacqueline and I did not become lovers that evening, even though she admitted that her marriage still remained unconsummated after more than five years. Her elderly husband was uninterested in sex, or more probably, he was impotent. He was a widower with grown-up children, and I surmised, correctly it turned out, that all that he wanted was a charming and decorous hostess to entertain and divert his business associates. This disgusting arrangement had been made when she was eighteen by her.