I kept re-dealing until I had two aces showing and was about to start playing when something bumped my shoulder. It turned out to be the butt of the m...m on the trip from hell, and since it was six inches from my face I decided to check it out. A little too wide, but not as big as I first thought. She was carrying at least an extra ten pounds but her ass still had a nice look to it. Not exactly heart-shaped, but it hadn't dropped yet, either.She was digging in one of the bags in the overhead,. You feel yourself being pulled into the cool air, blinded by the intense light which seems to be everywhere and getting brighter all the time.Suddenly you're in a room which is completely white and you notice a hard black examining table in the center. You call out and try to feel around for a door but you can't find anything.Suddenly you hear a voice from across the room."Hello, Mr. Jones. Please don't be afraid. I promise you won't be hurt"You turn around and your jaw drops. Before you stands. “Quit playing around and fuck me,” she ordered.I think this was a new record for me in terms of initial meeting to having sex with someone. I wonder if this is just a California thing. The next quickest encounter was when I met the sorority girl at Stanford. I met her in a bar after a touch football game. It hadn’t taken her long to lead me to a bathroom and give me a fantastic blow job.Maybe girls’ knowing about great sex was a California thing also. Healthy Ava was certainly fucking me like. ’ The radio fell silent. The seas were only 5 to 7 feet, the wind a steady 20 knots. Still, she rolled up angry and slapped us every few minutes. I had been calling out warnings to my deckhands when we were hauling to give them time to grab a line as the boat heeled over, seas washing the deck. As calm as it ever got this time of year. The Sara Lee was our sister ship, named after my Dad’s two step-daughters by his first wife, Sara and Nancy. Dad was the Sara Lee’s skipper, he had commissioned.