My head spun behind the rest of me, then I recognized Derek's dick in front of me, as he was laying on the couch. I again tried to take his cock into ...y mouth but could only manage to stroke and lick him from the outside. Derek gently guided my head down and around his shaft while Trey fucked me from behind, gripping my hips and punctuating every few thrusts with a hard, loud slap on my ass. My whole body shook from the fucking I was getting, and this room, which was the mellow place I came. The cow one. Cow juice. What was it called?“And have you noticed,” Donna said, looking around conspiratorially, “they’re only moving women?”The new transfer - Anita? Peta? - looked at Donna oddly, noticing the rings under her eyes and that she seemed to be swaying, worn out from the strain of standing and talking.“You want to talk to Annette,” Donna said, and worked up the energy to gesture towards the black woman filling her bottle up at the water filter. “The one over there with the great. We shared the boat with another couple that we were friends with and there was a crew of two. A storm came up and a big wave came over the stern and swamped the engines. As we were tossed around, waves kept coming over the gunnels and filling the boat till we knew that it was going down. We sent out a mayday signal and put on our PFDs (life jackets) and looked to see what land we were near. The storm had let up a lot but the boat was too far gone to survive. Even small waves were coming over. What the hell?“John?” she whispered. She started to look frantically around, “I… I didn’t know,” as she suddenly seemed to remember she was naked and tried to cover herself with her arms“We’ll go… come on, hon, we need to go,” the guy said to Kelli.“No… no… please don’t… come in.” John, obviously his name, and Kelli stood in the doorway, “Please,” Karen implored, “come on in…” she repeated, her voice regaining some of her familiar confidence.Kelli looked as confused as I must have looked..