I suspect she was too embarrassed to see me following the ‘night of sin’ she genuinely believed she had enjoyed but eventually we began to meet ag...in.“Am I allowed to ask how your special weekend went?” I asked.We were sitting in the coffee shop in the village for the first time after ‘that night’ and her weekend of insemination with my Johnny. It was early morning, there were no other customers and the waitress was out in the kitchen.I smiled inwardly as I asked. Despite trying hard to appear. It fell on the floor, revealing the most beautiful thing. This is what I loved more than anything now.There was no respect anymore. How can I respect someone who strips for me, sucks my cock like a hungry monster, and begs to cum on her face? The love I had turned into lust. All I can see now was a white-skinned and big boobs lady with and perfectly round ass. She stood wearing nothing but the white pushup bra. It made her boobs look even bigger and were so sexy that even a glimpse of it made. .. I can live with that. What about sleeping on board Thursday night?”“I was intending to. You’re welcome to join the ship any time from about 1700.”“That’s good. Would you like supper together, say 1930, Thursday?”“I’d love to. Would you like me to pick you up, or would you prefer to make your own way there?”“It would make sense to go together, wouldn’t it? I’d like to be there by 1800, if that’s alright.”“Sounds good! I’ll call for you 1730.”I left shortly after that, pleased that we’d been. Thin, blonde hair graced her vagina, but it had obviously been trimmed recently, more than likely so she could wear a bikini while sun bathing.For a long while, the two girls just stared at me up and down, and I stared at them. Then, as suddenly as she had started tickling Samantha, Mary lunged forward and started to do the same thing to me. I fell over backwards, her cold hands all over me, and started to scream out laughter. I felt another two hands join, and realized that Samantha had joined.