Well, here goes. She seemed to lower her hips slowly, I could feel the heat of her vagina on the head of my cock, and then it was on top of it, slidin... in easily to her wet pussy. She slid slowly down the length of my rod, holding her breath all of the way. She felt impossibly tight, the girth of my meat hitting all of the walls of her hot, quivering, snatch. She let out another one of her little humming moans as she reached the base, then breathed in again as she heaved her hips upwards. She. He watched as a handful of other passengers took their seats, non giving him much interest until he spotted a younger, looking blonde girl approaching with the same hostess that lead him to his seat. This girl had that girl next door look to her, long, strawberry, blonde hair to the middle of her back that was tied into a ponytail, thick black-rimmed glasses over her big, hazel eyes, Dean couldn’t quite tell if she had a decent size chest, she hid it well with the pink, hooded jumper but one. The rest of our gang congregated behind me."Oh, damn," I cussed to myself, pretending to have unexpectedlyremembered something important and not all that pleasant. "I need tocheck the tire pressures. I think the car was pulling a little to theleft on curves when we were on that gravel road. There, the drinks areon me," I added, took out a selection of bills from my wallet and putthem on the tray. "I'll buy something for myself when I get back." I'll come and take a gander at your tires too,". “Are you going to keep your hands to yourself this time?” Jack asked, forcing herself to stay collected and deal with the situation the way she normally would.The drunk shrugged. “Gonna need ‘em for rowing.”Hatchet looked back and forth between them then grunted. “You two met? Good.” Without another word, he went back inside leaving Jack and her new oarsman looking at each other awkwardly.“Where you headed?” the drunk oarsman asked.“Around the curve of the island, north,” Jack said. “There’s an.