” she said. “Wendy wanted to show that she’s just as BI as me and that she wants to fuck you. Everyone else is down by the pool and this was a g...od chance to have you to ourselves.”She flipped onto her back and Wendy went down on her snatch like a crazed person, licking and munching for all she was worth.“Well come on Big brother, don’t waste a perfectly good ‘morning wood’. Get up behind my girlfriend and give her some of that cock I’ve been telling her all about.”I didn’t have to be asked. We are not ‘soul mates’ though, and occasionally I have yearned to meet someone–even just a friend–with whom to feel that thrill of passion, as though the two of us were destined to meet all our lives. While I consider myself cultured, and a fan of classical music, I rarely make it to concerts, except one evening last year, when it all started. I went alone. Best seat in the house. And as I got settled into my seat, listening to the orchestra tune up, there she was…a goddess, maybe 24 years. Just think what your father would say if he knew you were alone with me, and putting my hard cock in your mouth. That would drive him crazy, I bet." She rolled her eyes and leaned down on one elbow, her face only inches from my throbbing erection. My cock was SO stiff! Her little hand was gently stroking my shaft, driving me totally insane. "Oh god, you have no idea. My father is such a stick in the mud. He thinks I'm a little child who know nothing about sex. I wish he was here. I wish he was. “What else you got?” he prompted.“The rest are in number two hold ... they’re ... umh ... bigger,” I said.“Now you got me interested,” Jim said. “Shall we?”“First, you need to see the provisions made for the guns,” I suggested.We went up on deck. I pointed out the interesting reinforcements.“Swiss Oerlikon S, .55 inch cartridge, and those four are mounts for American Browning .50’s. The bow mount is for a French Hotchkiss one inch auto-cannon.”Then we made a tour in the hold.“A gun that’s not.