Out of habit (in the skipper’s case out of necessity) they both scanned 360 degrees as they emerged up the companionway and rechecked the course the... were sailing for anything untoward from a mostly submerged shipping container if they could indeed spot such a hazard to a ship or any disturbed water. The alarm-equipped radar was on but nothing and nobody was infallible in every situation at sea. Cliff erected the custom-built collapsible table and he chose to eat facing her rather that sitting. She glanced out at her husband as he lay on the bed with his limp cock that dangled between his thighs. He had a beautiful hard body that she knew other women in the neighborhood craved but he was all hers. Mrs. Jackson was so appreciative that he waited until she was ready to experiment with each other's bodies. He was so sexy that she couldn't believe it had taken them this long to pleasure each other the way they have sexually. She mainly blamed herself but she was more than willing to make. Many confusing thoughts were running through her mind. Some were that I was a buffoon to endanger everything we had accomplished, for this fool's errand. She did not know the level of buffoonery I had sunk to, or the danger I had placed all of us in. She did know about the responsibilities I had taken on, though. I was just a good engineer that fixed machines. Then a man working hard to protect his family, and then the population of one planet. Now I was taking on all of the problems,. . I'm starting to cum! . . . aaahhh! . . . aaahhh!"I again looked up at mom's face to see her still with her eyes shut grimace in agony, as her pelvis rocked faster and faster and her thighs came together pinning my head between them.Moments later, mom's climax hit with a vengeance as the headboard mom was gripping too started to smack against the wall as mom convulsed, her fanny twitched repeatedly on my mouth and her body shuddered."Jesus Mat! I'm cummin! . . . I'm cummin! . . . I'm cummin! ..