David looked at Andy..."Hungover?" Oh God!"The boat rose on a freighter wake and tilted forward as it passed ... another wake ... and another. Andrea,...she who braved the seas under the Bridge ... the one who had no problems with motion all her life ... dashed for the side and made a purple offering to the gods of the sea.Purple?Cranberry juice and stomach acid ... purple.It is almost impossible to write the sounds of the violently ill ... she produced every single one of them.Just then, as she. Martin, I said. Hes a nice guy. I met him a few times. Hes a little chubby, but hes not bad looking. How old is he? Same as Michael, I replied. 36. Katie stayed at the house for the rest of the week and carried on going to school. I caught Michael checking her out in her school uniform and I cant blame him. Katie looked a lot like me. She was 5ft5 and slim with long blond her and green eyes. Her hair was blonder than mine and she had a nice pair of 32b tits which look real firm through her. Nestled in the crack of your ass I slide up and down with ease from my natural lube. I've remove your bra and from behind feel your perfect tits. I pinch your nipples noting how I had never noticed how big and gorgeous they are. I nibble and kiss your ears and neck. I reach down and push your skirt down to the floor. I lower myself slightly. My pulsing cock slides forward ever so slightly parting your lips right at the entrance to you. I lean forward and whisper in your ear, "What do you. He eased closer to get a better look at her bedfellow, but tripped over a shoe and knocked over a chair.The young man leapt up. Within seconds Darren found his face against the carpet, his arms in a lock and a knee between his shoulder blades. “Steph!” the man yelled. “Steph! Call the cops. We have an intruder!”“Let go of me, you moron,” Darren shouted, “this is MY house!”The lamp went on. “Steph -- is this guy really your husband?”“Yes, he is -- unfortunately.”Darren was freed from his grip..