Magnifico!Dungeness, Kielbasa, corn on the cob, potatoes, clams, mussels. Lemonade. Walker winked at me — the feed was just like a dinner we’d had...in New Iberia, Louisiana. Crawfish instead of crab, Andouille, beer. But it was a virtual repeat. Even the garlic bread.Back on board our ship, a crowd of around twenty folks had ringed the Texas Hold ‘Em table. I didn’t pause, just gave the three largest stacks of chips a quick double-o. AKA’s pile was comparatively modest. A florid gent in his 50s. “I don’t know. I’m in the mood for something sweet and salty….” His other hand rested on her bare thigh. “Something juicy….can you think of anything mom?” Alice laughed and played along, “Hmm, do you want…eggs?” Sam’s hand slid further up her leg. “Noooo….” “Do you want…. waffles?” Sam kissed her neck, “Nope, uh-uh.” She laughed again and petted his cheek. “What about my pussy? Want to eat that?” “Mmmmm, that sounds good.” Sam said, continuing to kiss her cheeks and neck. Alice giggled, “Well. .. but they are not permanently plastered from morning til night. And she never eats! How come this woman never eats? Not like my friend Lizzie – Lizzie eats all the time; a huge mountain of a woman who acts as the unofficial information service for not just the flats but Kentish Town in general. A big blonde brassy woman. A cartoon character – until you get to know her. But isn't that true of all of us?I probably come across as a bit of a cliché myself. The stereotypical middle class liberal. Panty pe lagi chut ki malayi ka taste bohut acha hota din karta kha jayu.Panty ki smell bhi madhosh karne wali hoti even used bra ki smell bhi badi achchi thi. Bas main sahi mouke ki firak mein tha ki kis din chudayi ka mouka mile. Ek din mujhe mouka mila. Meri khushi ka thikana na raha.Hua yu ki ek din main Pooja maami ko school lene gaya. Us time school ki chuti ho chuki thi. To mujhe maami kahi dikhi nahi. Maine peon ko jaate dekha to maine usse pucha to usne sharati si smile banayi aur.