." Hmmm, food! I thought, and she just wants me to put the things on deck. A glance around - okay, free travel... so I jumped into the galley – and ...tood perplexed:On the cabin table was a tray of delicacies that we had bought at the market - ready to carry it on deck - and next to it on the bench laid my Little-curly-head, pushed up her blouse, baring firm tits, the pink nipples were stiff and the jeans she had slid down almost to the knees. Supported at one hand, with the other hand she held. It all started quite innocently, well maybe not totally innocently as they had matched with high statistics in love, passion and being sexually adventurous. At first they started emailing a little about each others lives then moved on to swapping their fantasies, and erotic stories with each other. Of course this then grew into them both sharing their most intense intimate and dirty little secrets from the sensual to the extreme, each mail and story becoming more and more risqué.Finally they. He loved to show off. He knew he had a truly humongous hunk of fuckmeat and that girls and guys alike were really impressed. Emma struggled to her knees, tears running down her cheeks, and cum running down her legs from her stretched out cunt lips. She had given her virginity to Rupert. She had given him everything. He padded on big bare feet across the castle hall/movie set. He went down a hallway and through another door into a dungeon like room. There a pleasant sight greeted his. .." Uh oh..." Tabitha bleated, "Trish..."Trish whirled, "Bobby..." Now you've done it!" Randy rasped. "Now you've fucking done it! One more word and the dog pictures come out -- do you fucking understand me? I've had ENOUGH of your fucking attitude, Trish!" Dog pictures?" Bobby bleated."I--I..." Trish sputtered."Make that dog videos!" Randy snapped. "You wanna talk shit now, Trish?" I ... Ogod! I can explain!" Trish wailed."Not YET you can't!" Randy erupted. "You shut the fuck up -- NOW!" He.