I had always thought that the life of a sailor would be exciting. I had intended to sign on with a freighter heading for foreign parts when I reached ...ew Orleans. However, the first few days on the barge quelled those ambitions almost immediately. The Irish Rovers sang a song about a young fellow going to sea that went ‘The days were hard and long with no women, wine, or song, and it wasn’t quite the fun I thought it’d be’. The work never ended, the food was substantial, but not very good. At. All I know is that when she came back in, she was still wearing just her tee shirt. She was so sweaty that her tee shirt was opaque and her nipples were clearly perky and hard, her areolas a distinctively different color than her tit meat. It was also apparent her tits were still bound up with rope. Other than her sweat-soaked shirt, my sister had a fine sheen on her legs and arms like a Clydesdale would, after pulling a beer wagon all day.Jessie had purchased some macaroni from the deli. After about 5 minutes she pushed me on the bed and took off her as she jumped on me she stroked my cock for a while before she put it in the entrance to her pussy i was sweating as i panted. When it went inside i moaned and pushed it further in her. We did this for 1 hour until i cummed all over her beautiful tits as we layed there cuddling i hear wanna do it. I opened my trunk and took out some packages that I had bought while I was in town and placed them in my backseat. Then I lifted the floor covering to find my spare tire. I could not turn the big nut that held it in place.I composed myself then turned around to ask, “Would one of you strong men like to help a girl out?”The ‘lady’s man’ stepped forward. He knew that he was good looking. He was everything that I normally try to avoid. His shirt was off, he was flexing his muscles, and he.