"Come on my lazy bull. I'm sure you have work to do today." she laughed when he groaned pitifully.Neil tried to pull the blanket over his head, but it...was too tangled."Ah, you are not a bull afterwards? A goat? A puppy?" she teased, brushing out her hair.Neil sat up and slid his legs off the bed, trying to focus his eyes. "You're the best alarm clock I've ever had" he said solemnly.Maria giggled and put on her robe. "I'm taking a shower. You may go now, sir. I was quite satisfied with your. As expected the bus was crowded that day also. The last row of the bus had 5 seats, 2 on the left and 3 on the right. The gap between these seats was my favorite spot. But something unexpected happened that day. A guy was standing in my usual place. So I stood near him facing the front. He looked 30+ and was well built. After a few minutes, he started touching my ass.I thought it was by accident or because of the crowd on the bus. But after some minutes, he started to cup my ass cheek. I. “Fuck meee! Fuck me hard! Fuck your whore wife. Don't stop! Keep going!”I seemed empowered to hammer her like I had something to prove. Our bodies were colliding with a ferocity previously unknown. Our skin was slapping, and I could feel her vagina constricting around my erection. We worked in unison, both reaching for the same goal. The bed was squeaking and the headboard was hammering on the wall.Questions flooded my mind. Was I so energized now because I was trying to claim back what I was. “But there will be lots of activity at the club; people getting their food and stuff on board, the last minute preparations, all of the excitement just before it starts.”“So we can walk around and see all of the boats?” I asked. “How many boats are in the race?”“There are about ninety, I think,” he answered. “Now you had better be careful, Will, or you will find yourself shanghaied as crew on one of the boats.”“But I have never been sailing before,” I replied. “Can someone just walk along the.