I want to be able to see all those naked guys around me so I don't want the blindfold, and you better make sure I have mutable orgasms. He was so fuck...ng relieved I though he was going to cry. He ran out to tell the guys the news. I prepared myself for the orgy. I laid back on the bed with my head upside down over the edge and waited for the next cock to enter my mouth.It was so fucking amazing to watch the guys walk in knowing they were all here for me. All these dicks exposed in different. “Now ... where will I find crew?”“Tasmania.”That was weird. “All of them?”“Anyone who knows a line from a halyard,” he said. “Sydney to Hobart race.”“Well ... shit fuzzy,” I said. “Can we stay until they get back?”“I suppose.”“Now I need to call my sister,” I said.“She’s right there,” He looked. “Yup.”“Wrong sister,” I said. “The good one stayed in Dunedin.”“That one’s bad?”“Like you wouldn’t believe. She’s going to be sadly disappointed.”“Why?”“She’s looking for hung and young.”“Not a. Now we need to go to bed." I instantly regretted my choice of words, a true Freudian slip, so I said quickly, "You've got school and I've got work. Goodnight." I kissed him on the cheek, wanting to kiss him on the lips, and left the room.In my bedroom I fell apart, crying and shaking with shame and desire for him. I couldn't help it. I had to masturbate, and I couldn't help thinking about making love with him, imagining him on me and in me. I had a tremendous orgasm but afterwards cried some. It was the only decent, honourable thing to do. Then her words came back to him. 'You're my life. If nothing else this morning has shown me that you're that'."Oh God! What have I done? How could I have been so stupid, so heartless, so bloody selfish? I wasn't thinking of her, of her unconditional love. I was thinking as I might have thought of me, not her thinking of me. You idiot, you bloody fool!"He sat on the sofa with his head in his hands. He would try and talk to her again in quarter of.