It’s brackish and silty, but it IS water, so, “Let’s swim.”Ben countered with, “Lemme start the generator and get the A/C going so the cabin...��ll be cool when we get out.”I brought my favorite bathing suit, not quite a bikini, a neat two-piece thing. I dressed in the front cabin while he changed into his baggy board shorts in the master cabin. Maybe I should’ve pushed him to get a pair of speedos.The boat’s got a swim step across the stern just a bit above the water. A ladder leads over the stern. ." She pointed to a small building made of cinder blocks that sat within another row of dunes. It was a beach club; there were showers on either side of the building, with rows of windows along the top, way above eye level. There was high beach grass all around the building that would hide them. "...Yeah, we be by ourselves over behind there."She started to walk, and he followed her. Time seemed to stop for him, he could feel the heat of the sand on his bare feet. There was a slight salty. Am I dreaming? Was being Manny a dream?It couldn't be right, I had night terrors as Manny, you don't dream whenyour dreaming, this woman while strikingly familiar had my olive greeneyes my last memories were of being Frannie about to undergo a brain scanand of being Manny collapsing in front of two women gassing on aboutchange. It then hit me, this is their doing.When Annie came into the room I was relieved and smiled, she reciprocatedand I ceased because:She did this to me."Frannie? Are you. “Here’s how it’s gonna work” said the captain “you let us fuck you, or we’ll beat the living shit out of you. Got it?” Erica sobbed and nodded. The captain was up first. He flipped her so that she faced the wall with her tight red ass sticking out. He stuck his fingers into her pussy. Erica knew better than to fight back at this point. She spread her legs, arched her back, and lowered her head in submission. She looked between her legs and saw the captain’s massive 12 inch veiny cock up close.