I was lucky in that the first call I made was to the person who had been Anita’s best friend. It was Debbie. Debbie was still working at the hospita... and was in her early 50s. She invited me for lunch on her day off. We hugged each other. Debbie was genuinely happy to see me although it brought back memories and she cried a few times during our lunch. She was an attractive mature woman with nice curly blonde hair, heavy-set but not fat, a glorious smile and a generous person who told me a lot. We were still chasing an ill wind; 20 miles to starboard, tack, 40 miles to port ... to make five miles of northwesting. Back and forth, 40 miles right, come about, 40 miles left... 40 miles right, 40 miles left. And there isn’t a damn thing interesting out there ... except our dolphins.Yes, Old Bill and his pod was still with us. Their antics became wilder and The Girls (yes, I see the caps) seemed to be learning the dolphin vocabulary.One of the juvenile mammals made a slight “Hey, ya’ll. I enjoyed her nipples and her breast it was covered with my saliva. I took her hand unzipped my pant and put her hand into my underwear and said feel it mam feel my cock it’s all yours.I continued enjoying her boobs when if pains to her she hold my cock more tightly and moans ahhhhhhh this makes me more violent to make her hold by cock more tight. She removed my shirt she now started licking my chest, after enjoying her licking I undressed her completely and also myself. I started licking her. Her pristine little pussy barely showed any signs of activity after Jackson’s few feeble thrusts. There wasn’t even any evidence of his seed inside her. Her clitoris was swollen beyond anything she’d seen and it begged to be touched. Her nipples had remained swollen for hours and ached intensely. Much like a sore tooth that feels better when you bite it, the one remedy to the throbbing nipples was pressure. Her hands struggled to meet the needs screaming from her most sensitive places. .