“Stop the engine!” “Why?” “Too late, you’ve just killed a turtle” OR “Stop the engine” [engine into neutral], “Why did we do that?...�� “Look at that, those turtles are quite rare”). Cheryl was the bursar, financier, whatever. As the most ‘mature’, mother of two of the crew and indirectly the person who paid (actually Kevin did, but you get the point), she carried significant authority about non-nautical matters. Though, hopefully like me, she didn’t attempt to lord it over us all, we were more of. Just watching them now, though one eye was still on the opposite end of the store, I was so enthralled in actually seeing them and hearing them as the two of them fucked wildly, flesh slapping flesh, that I'd forgotten all about anyone else coming in behind me from the main Mall entry."Excuse me, miss?"I know I must have jumped three feet into the air, though conscious enough to have managed to close the door to the room as I did so, nearly slamming it. The mature looking woman, probably not. . . Forgets it’s not me.”She sniffled and shook her head. “Okay, Travis.” She trusted her brother.Looking past her brother’s shoulder, she shivered some when seeing Erin unzip his pants and pulled his penis out. He got on his knees and told her, “Get on you hands and knees Morgan.”She had been looking forward to this, not actually doing this, but had always wondering what it was her brother had been doing, what his “private time” really was. Now she was about to find out.Her brother gave a. A lot of the girls were in their early twenties or late teens and definitely sexy, many of them in the tight jeans which were typical of the time. Sometimes I noticed particular ones as they walked round other parts of the building. Before I knew their real names I gave them nicknames in my head - a blonde girl with very pink cheeks who I called Piglet, a brunette who I called Puss-in-Boots, an Indian girl who I called Brownie. There was another brunette with a gorgeous smile who I didn't call.