Beating on the door Mary was getting pissed, finally activating her MTM she was inside looking for Jim. Ah! There he was passed out on the cot in the ...ack. "Jim, hey wake up!" Mary yelled, jumping away as Jim almost caught her as he woke up swinging, "Good to see you're still as fast as you were during the war." Sorry Mary, habit of sleeping with one eye open even with all my tech," Jim groaned as he stretched getting up, "Been working on something, new idea came to me last night after we. It had two couches, I later learned they were called settees, and one folded out into a double bed. The galley was nicer than some of the kitchens I had seen in houses complete with a refrigerator and freezer. My dad showed Eddie the fishing rod storage compartment in the ceiling, complete with seven rods and reels.After looking around the salon, we went down to the bedrooms. My mom told us they were called staterooms and the bathroom was called a head. We looked in the master stateroom first. I loved watching the jiggles start with her big round arms and ballooning breasts, then go all the way down her back and into her ass and thighs. On one number we started doing the bump, then rubbing our bellies together, and I took the opportunity to say "I know how this could be even more fun without our clothes on." She blushed but she didn't say anything against the idea.When that song ended she said "I have to sit down" and started to lead me to a table. Now or never, I thought. "We could. I moved my torso all the way down, moving the glass to the side so I could rest my upper chest against the railing.I felt him shifting, then one hand was moving my skirt up over my hips as the other reached between us. I heard the soft noise of a nylon zipper, then there it was. His cock, moving up between my thighs and against my wet lips. I looked to the side and nobody had joined us, so I just whimpered softly as the head found my opening. Pushing my wet lips to the side and moving between.