But I didn't care... he was my man and I loved him... and he loved me, right then age and height did not matter.It was now midday and time for lunch, ...here would be no afternoon work, Roy and Terry had started work early, they would eat then take to their bunks for a couple of hours sleep, it was a ships tradition."Well we'd better go eat Roy" said Terry."Yeah... you go ahead, I'd better clean princess up a bit before I send her back to dad or he'll have my guts for garters"I then noticed the. "OK, now you lie back. I'm gonna go for a ride in that massive horse dick." My wife straddled him, and guided his cock into her pussy. I could not believe how incredibly hot it was to watch this. Watching my wife lean forward while his massive cock disappeared inside my wife. As her pussy rolled up and down, grinding on it, she started riding it faster, bouncing up and down. Really fucking him hard. I was gonna pop.She stopped again and turned around to face me, staring into the closet slats as. Jones lurched forward in her seat grabbed the phone and looked at the message. My anger was now totally at its boiling point, “You have no right to look at my phone that is my personal business.” I said, standing up and reaching for the phone. She pulled away suddenly, looked me straight in my eyes and said quite cooly “If you make one more move towards me, I will sue you for sexual harassment and for everything you have and make you lose everything you think is valuable, so please have a seat. If that is true, then the IRS may not learn that I bought Elsa’s businesses.But that solution creates another problem. I don’t see a way for me to live in Pueblo and run a business based in the Cayman Islands. I can see no way to avoid that problem other than to move to the Cayman Islands. My problems with the IRS will continue even if I reside overseas, and the only way I can see to avoid being harassed by the IRS is to become a citizen of the Cayman Islands. But... I don’t want to give up my.