Three pregnant women in various stages of their pregnancy and various stages of undress lay all over Dave’s old fishing boat as it chugged up river ...gainst the tide. His best mate Charlie stopped repairing nets as they motored up to the fish board wharf to refuel. ‘Christ Dave their all up the duff, is that all your work?’ he asked with a grin. His question fired up Donna, she wrapped herself around Dave as he finished tying up. She moaned out loud so Charlie could hear, ‘Come on lover it’s at. It was a good time for her to relax and let loose away from her daughter. It was a bit odd she was not as fun-loving as I remembered. We tried to include her in all the fun but she was still withdrawn.The next morning, we sucked back coffee nursing our hangovers. It was hot and we were ready to hit the beach. I always loved the beach, the hot sun bearing down keeping us warm. As much fun as the beach was it ways also frustrating, all these beautiful women nearly naked and not there to touch.. On a busy Saturday afternoon, two young foreign sailors wandered into the combination fish store and Sushi restaurant to try out the taste of the local catch. The sailor with the darkened skin tone wrinkled his nose but still managed to experiment with succulent dishes and down a few tiny cups of the potent Saki. His partner was a huge young lad of Swedish heritage. A sea traveler derived from generations in the making. He ate an astonishing quantity of the delicious treats and spent most of. She must have used padded bra as her boobs were standing up, saluting everyone who looked at them. She was healthily lean; her boobs must have been 34b size with little to no tummy. She looked elegant but at the same time damn hot. I wanted to fuck her. I came to know that lady is my manager’s wife. My manager is an asshole, with bald head, big tummy with lots of money. I considered this as one of those things that almost happens everywhere that rich guy gets beautiful sexy lady. Lots of people.