I sat at your kitchen table as you turned up the heating and put on the kettle for some coffee. We'd both been out at Christmas parties and the tequil... (mine) and the wine (yours) was making us both a little sleepy. It was less awkward this time, partly because of the alcohol we'd both consumed and partly because of the darkness, I've always felt more at home in the night.You liked my shoes, you said as I leant over and slipped them off slowly, your eyes following my movement as my dress gaped. ‘You know…she was rather forward with you, taking liberties like that. Don’t you think I should spank her for that transgression?’ Amelia asked, ‘Or, would you like to fuck her holes with this?’ ‘Me?’ Victoria squeaked. ‘Yes, you. I can tell you she likes her ass fucked hard. She likes it rough. You interested?’ Amelia inquired. Victoria thought about how it felt to let go of her control. She didn’t fight the orgasm. Her inner hellcat took control, and she grabbed the harness from Amelia.. It looked like the man was about to say something to his partner but a thick tentacle suddenly stuffed itself into his open mouth before he could get a word out. The woman cried out in terror, and another tentacle took that opportunity to force its way into her throat. Both of their cheeks suddenly ballooned and they made gurgling choking sounds as orange slime gushed out of the tentacles and into their stomachs. In no time at all, their faces reddened and their eyes seemed glazed over. A tent. Usually, it was one of the two toilets. Sea toilets can baffle some people. I’d pretty much decided that I would replace the two original units with new vacuum flush units, similar to what you’d find on an aircraft. More expensive and complex, but fewer problems in the long run. Tom was almost a father figure to me. We had first met when I was taking on the task of restoring my father’s boat. He had pulled his sailboat out of the water to clean and re-coat the bottom and recognized my boat from.