I suppose that’s why I enjoyed helping Chris, before the fire that is. My name is Simone. I am eighteen, 5’11, slim, have long brown hair and brow... eyes with slightly larger than average size breasts, I live in a small costal town called Sugarblue Beach, which is in North Carolina. Chris repairs boats and also owned a boating store. He’s in his mid-thirties and about 6ft. He’s slim and has dark hair and brown eyes. I used to help him repair boats when I was younger and then I used to work at. I've heard people say that pussies taste salty. This didn't. It tasted like nectar, so sweet. I continued and she got more animated then suddenly a small spurt came onto my face. I thought she had pissed on me but she said "Sorry Steve ! God you've made cum so fast. Oh My !".My face reddened and I naively said "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to". She laughed."Back up here" She said and patted the cushion next to her. I moved and nakedly she slid onto the floor grabbing the top of my shorts and. “Glad to have you, Mister Mesa. It’s rare for a sailor to be anythin’ but a rigger on their first day. I’m guessing ye have some experience on a the helm?”“Aye, Captain. Some. Not on a ship this size thought.” Mesa said excitedly. He was stocky and a few inches shorter than Belita. She guessed he was still a teenager from the sparseness of the hair on his face, but he had the brawny build of someone who’d been doing manual labor for years. “I grew up on a fishing boat. I had the wheel a few. I want you to do good." I leaned over and quietly said to King, "I have a secret. You are my favorite player. I love watching you play." I could see from King's facial expressions that he liked what I said. He reached over and patted my thigh and said, "Thanks Mrs. Faye. I will be making every play and shot just for you." His hand still on my thigh. We looked into each other's eyes without saying another word for a long moment. It was almost like we were seeking the others approval. I thought.