"Who do you think are? My fucking wife?" With that he elbowed past Dan and went into the dining room. He was pouring himself a vodka as Dan followed h...m in. Finally he settled into a seat, "Okay, who the hell are you then?"Dan took a deep breath. "It started nearly a week ago when I crashed my car after drinking too much."Simon had a pale, horrified look on his face as Dan told his story. Dan left nothing out, not even how the Devil hypnotised him into seducing a workman. He still found the. I removed my clothes. By this time I was soaking wet and so horny I could not help touching myself while I waited for my husband. Suddenly there was a knock on the trap to my left. It was strange; as Victor had said he would go in the fifth booth. But it sounded as same two taps as always he did.I opened the trap and a hard dick came through. It looked a bit dark but the light from the TV was probably causing a shadow. In my state of arousal I did not pay enough notice to it.I started to stroke. While Andrea was impressing, David, dressed in his whites but wearing his charred WW2 Merchant Marine cover, arranged, as Captain of The Pretty Penny, a sloop of war and the flagship of the Nevis and St. Kitts Navy, to have the main mast pulled and a new weather station installed at the mast head ... that was indeed fun.Chief Sanchez disembarked and was collared by the Alphabet Soup, who wanted to know 'what the fuck' was going on with all the guns on a recreational sailboat.Someone hadn't. As we kissed, his fingers surrounded my breasts, circling my nipples. He rolled me over and I closed my legs around his waist. He pulled off his shirt, revealing his chiseled torso. I ran my hands over his chest, down his toned abs to his belt, unfastening it in one fluid movement. I undid the top button of his jeans and he pulled away, kissing my neck and then my breasts. His tongue flicked over my nipples, making me writhe in pleasure. He kissed down my stomach to my skirt. He pulled it down.