Today Sunday they would stay in and watch videos, oh and open those four unopened parcels. All that agreed May and Wendy dressed, and drove to the vil...age shop, for something for tea, the men setting up the video player, and the camcorder, then brewing coffee to welcome home the women. An hour passed before the girls returned, having missed a turning on the way back, the clothing was quickly shed as the boys put away the shopping. Finally, they sat in front of the TV coffee in hand as Ian. In fact it began to look even better as the anchor windlass (the machinery that in part reels the anchor chain in) was dangling from a crane. Further aft another crane was hoisting what looked suspiciously like the ships evaporator (the machinery that converts sea water to fresh water) from the bowels of the ship, and even further aft still there was a gaping hole in the deck where the ships emergency steering (known as after steering) was located. The ship was a wreck! If I had been the. I don't know if I like the feeling of this... Moving as silently as she could, the tall, voluptuous young woman inched open the door leading into the kitchen, and the moment her eyes had adjusted to the dimness, she knew her instinctive suspicions had been more than justified. Only one conclusion could be drawn from the discarded bathrobe, empty wine bottle, and especially the heady odor of sex which permeated the small kitchen: Verne's quiet, frigid-acting little wife had a secret lover! Who. Carly wrapped her arms around Trevor’s neck, smiling inside at the victory of having her prize kissing her deeply. She moaned as he roughly grabbed her breasts, squeezing them through her shirt, which was now soaked and transparent. He pulled his mouth away, letting his lips descend onto her neck as he turned their bodies pushing her against the dumpster. Carly groaned as Trevor’s teeth and lips clamped down on her neck, her juices pouring from her and join the raindrops soaking her legs. He.