Our friendly refitter needed our spot by the plant and arranged our move.Thanks so much.I really appreciate it ... NOT!Although the organization of th... move ... and the move under the bridge ... took most of a day we were soon provisioned by a professional buyer. It was worth the expense ... I was clueless about restocking. NOW I missed Grace. Grace was organized. Grace was driven. Grace knew ... I didn’t.Several days after the move, the marina office radioed the boat. I made the extreme. His skin tone was perfect not a freckle or scar blemished his perfect tanned skin. The guy was an obvious jock, stud and eye candy to all the girls. My mouth was wide open in both awe and shock. ——————————————————— —————————————- The second thing I noticed was that I recognised him from years ago. It was Jay Roberto. He was a kid I used to know back in the seventh grade. I hadnt really seen him since I was a kid. He had really toned out and bulked up since I saw him, he was more handsome than. A few guys would kiss her while others poured beer down her t-shirt and lick it off her. Her firm tits showed through the beer stained fabric. Many men groped and squeezed them. She cried out and moaned depending on the firmness of the grope.She felt hands slide down the rear of her shorts and squeeze her tight ass cheeks. A guy in front rubbed against her and grabbed the sides of her shorts. He pulled her tight towards him in a dry fucking manner. The side stitching stretched, tore and then. I went on kissing the nipples one by one using my tongue to circle around the nipple….she was panting and kept on pleading to fuck her…..she let her saliva out of her mouth which ran down to her bosom and I licked it…then I again kissed her and forced the saliva into her mouth. As her armpits were hairless, I could not resist, I just licked it till her arm. Then I pulled down her skirt and she was wearing pink thong….believe me it was a treat to watch thong lines above till her hips, her pussy.