Meet you in the café?"That night I dreamed of my wife. She was watching me, and smiling. I woke with my cheeks wet with tears.I got to the café shor...ly after they opened, fired up the laptop and began writing. It always takes a little while for the coffee machine to warm up, and when it did, I had a coffee. Sometimes the writing just flows and that morning it did, so it was almost a shock when a quiet voice spoke my name."Mr. Pearson?" Philippa!" Can I get you a drink?" Yes, please ... black. He wasn’t aware that there would be others going with them. The captain even called in to verify that we were supposed to be there.We found the hidden openings from which to fire. Below deck, there were three on each side of the boat, and two in the bow. When not being used, the firing slots closed tightly enough to be waterproof. When they were open, the angles of the boat’s paint scheme camouflaged them.We added an FN-P90 inside the inflatable dinghy we’d crammed aboard, along with three. I was sticking it deeper inside while my fuck boy was screaming in pain, he was telling me that it hurts. I ignored that and just kept going deeper inside, in and out. As I was going out his anus lips were being pushed out as they were squeezing my big cock, they were becoming more red. Each time I went in his whole anus wall seemed to be collapsing inside. I never had anal sex before so this was very interesting to watch. By this point was cock was already fully erect, it's impossible not to. Without hesitation, Mia brought the bottle to her lips, tipped her head back, and took a long, slow drink. Red wine dripped from her mouth as she swallowed. She set the bottle down and adjusted her dress over her breasts while Natalie pulled her skirt back down. She did not clean up the mess between her legs.“I am going to wait until we are alone for you to clean me up, Mia,” Natalie said with a wink. “Shall we order dinner now?”***Throughout the meal, Natalie kept teasing Mia, keeping her ripe.