“Sorry.” She muttered, before heading over to talk to a tall good looking well dressed guy.A hot guy for a hot girl; I had no chance.I started tal...ing to Gerri. Like Ruth, she had a degree, an entry level job with prospects, an upward career path, and she was from out of town.Her dress was really low cut, and her cleavage wobbled whenever I told a joke. I found myself becoming a bit of a comedian. Girls from out of town are more likely to fool around.Meanwhile, Ruth was on the other side of the. Wearing a loose skirt and large blouse, yet I could still see she was young and in fine shape as any man could hope for.The last previous recollection I have was trying to swim the impossible current off the coast of Spain, before being dragged under. And at that moment, I wanted to know what happened, where I was, and who was the woman. I tried to sit up. Well, that was it. The room spun dizzily, spots appeared before me, and I lost what little strength I had had. The last thing I saw before. Then Tara spread her knees a little more and lowered her crotch onto my face. I smelled her cunt and felt its warmth as her pubic hair first pushed against my lips and nose, and then her wet cunt as my lips began to rub against her labia. I instinctively reached up and grabbed her hips, pulling her against my face and sticking out my tongue to run it into her slit. She moaned with my cock in her mouth, and I felt the tingle as her vocal chords stimulated my erection. I used my hands to spread. Tonight, Faye entered the ball room of the cruise ship in her favorite gown. It was black spaghetti strap that had a deep V-neck that accentuated her 38 C breasts perfectly. It clung to all the right curves yet left plenty to the imagination. Her copper tresses were swept into an up-do with small tendrils hanging around her face. Her blue eyes swept over the room, making sure she had every man's undivided attention.Stewart, the ship's spy, came to her side to escort her down the stairs. "In the.