Bryan was not the type to hold a grudge. When he felt it was time to defend himself, he did it spontaneously.Without missing a beat, he drove his hand...through the open window of the coupe, and landed a square hit on the rich kid. Afterwards, in one swift motion, he opened his bag and pulled out his steel pipe. He didn’t have enough cash to buy any proper weapon, so he had created a crude, blunt weapon out of pipes. But it was more than enough to break right though the windshield, the side. It felt weird at first but I soon discovered that I loved the feeling it gave me. I turned back over and my cock was oozing with precum. Ken leaned over and gave me my first blow job. I was in heaven! He was jacking off while swallowing my 8 inches. I told him I was about to cum and that seemed to make him go faster. And faster. And faster. Until finally I had busted my teenage boy juices into his mouth. It sucked up every last drop. Then he made me suck his cock, which was 9 inches btw. My jaw. When finished, we rolled together over and over, feeling our flesh so soft against each other.The next night, when we did come to our senses, we dressed for dinner in three-quarter length gowns, but left our underwear off, and went down to dinner. To our surprise, we were seated at the captain’s table. Embarrassed that we missed the first three dinners, we gave the excuse that it took us a while to get our sea legs, it seemed. The Captain was distraught that we had not called for medical. Her eyes were shut, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip.The movement of her hand under her skirt was obvious now that I looked, but from anywhere more than a few feet away I doubt anyone would have seen. Her eyes opened a little, looking in my direction, then opened wide and her hand dropped from under her skirt.I smiled and opened the door a crack. "You nearly done?" I asked with a smirk, "I need to phone the office."She looked at me, smiled a little nervously, her face reddening slightly..