(I would fuck her in another story. But that’s another time.) I peered over to another section of the dance floor where the birthday girl was grindi...g on someone else that I knew. Meanwhile, her best friend in her tipsiness said:“I see you looking at her. She looks good, doesn’t she?”I nodded.“She looks hot as fuck, doesn’t she?”“Hell, yeah, of course. Why do you ask that?” I asked. At this time, I was multi-tasking: Dancing and carrying a conversation with her best friend.“Because you want to. Baat 2 din pahle ki hai. Mere ghar ke saare sadasya dashahare ki khariddari ko bare saher gaye huye the . Mai ghar me akela tha. Meri bechaini kam nahi ho rahi thi. Meri malkin ki bahen bhi nahi thi jisse mai apni garmi shant kar sakta tha, wo hoti tab to mujhe koi problem hi nahi tha par wo bhi apne gaanv gayi hui thi.. Tabhi mere kismat ka darwaja khula , ek phal bechne wali jo ki hamesha ghar aakar phal dekar jati thi mere darwaja par sev lekar aayi. Maine darwaja khola aur maine use bola. “Faoril?” I frowned.“I’m fine. Just need bath and sleep.”My eyebrows furrowed as I followed her up the stairs to the deck. More cum leaked out of her ass, making a mess of her crack. She made it on deck and almost fell again as the ship pitched on a swell. The mast swayed above us.“Vedr’s queef,” cursed the sailor who followed us. “Dawn’s up. Gonna be a long-cursed day.”Faoril made it to the railing and sank down while the sailor fetched a wooden bucket and attached it to a length of rope. I. When she saw him lying there she gave a little start.“Who are you?”“Me?” asked the boy, pulling himself to his feet.“Yes, and what are you doing in my room?”“My name’s Tim and I don’t know how I got here.”“Oh. Tim. I don’t like that name.” the girl said calmly as she walked over to stroke the German shepherd behind his ears.“I’m sorry.” Tim said, “But you don’t have to like it.”“Where are you Tim?” asked the girl, smiling.“I don’t know. Your room, I guess.”“Exactly. And I say what I can or.