Well…that’s not strictly true. I can hear a few voices but they are mere murmurs really. As loud as he is, I haven’t a clue what he talks about ...ecause his accent is so strong. Clearly Scottish, but more specific I cannot be. I do recognise one word in particular though, which he uses frequently. This is a word you wouldn’t want to use with your mother and he doesn’t even seem to be using it in anger or for emphasis. Disappointingly to me, his conversational style appears to be successful since. I got a friendly hug from both of them. I was all smiles hoping to get another threesome going but before I could get my hopes up, Aimee announced that she could only stay for a few minutes, because she has a family function to go to very early and couldn’t stay up late tonight. They had had a few drinks while out and were still very playful. Judy was kissing and putting her hands on Aimee’s ass and winking at me while she played. Aimee was laughing enjoying the playful mood Judy was in. I. She felt for my scrotum and I found myself lifting my hips to provide her better access.“That’s it” Connie encouraged into my ear, “You lick your wife’s ravaged pussy and if you’re a good boy, I’ll share all the naughty details with you.”I don’t know what happened to me, but knowing that I might learn the details, and hearing Connie call me a “good Boy” just seemed to release something in me. I moaned out and lapped at my wife’s now-dripping cunt like it was the provider of life. The more I. That quickly reality crashed in on him again. Cheri was the reason he was on the damn cruise, something they could have never afforded. But as amazing as the service and availability of nearly everything was, he bitterly considered he would have never traded his marriage for it. He got up, his appetite gone.In contrast to the little bitch thoughtlessly pushing through the other cruisers in the buffet line, Marlin Day had already developed a quiet appreciation among the ship's staff. He was.