I want the other one.”“Next door ... this is OUR boat ... that one is HER boat.”It is the boat next door ... at the tip of the next pier.“Shit...” said Miss Agent. That’s a long walk.”“I’m up,” I shouted. “I’m just thermosing the coffee. I’ll meet you on the shore.”Zoe walked down the pier with the agent. The agent looked a question.“You get me too. And Junior.”“Three of you?”“And I’m the only one married.”Junior had stayed with me. The four of us met ... I shared cups and coffee.“Ooo. Good. He needed to restrain himself. He didn’t want to encourage her. “I want my shirt back,” Kevin said.Debby flounced away and said, “You should spend the night more often.” Then she turned and whipped off Kevin’s shirt and threw it at him. She raised her arms and shook her little titties at him, then jiggled her way into the bathroom.Kevin winced as Debby went to the bathroom to shower without showing Charles any affection. It seemed weird. As if she’d transferred her intimate allegiance to Kevin.. Apne unmaad ke shikhar par pahunch gayi….aur mere muhan main ek gehara dhakka diya…Aur uskee yoni ka antar baandh toot gaya…. uskee choot se choote pani se mera sara chehra naha gaya main kuch aur der uskeee choot ko apne muhan main liye raha jab tak kee woh puri tarah se skhalit (Orgasm) na ho gayi….Main Rupa ko dekh kar muskaraya usne sharam se apna muhan dhak liya maine uske haath muhan se hata kar use bethasa chumne laga.. Rupa abhi bhi garam thee. Wo sharmate hui dheere se phu phusai ek. In the dimly lit room was a pair of guys - one laying comfortably on the couch while his partner was between his legs giving a noisy blow job. Flesh on flesh live action was taking place while the video on the screen was of a similar blow job scene - it was hard to say if reality was mirroring fiction, or if it was the other way around. What I can say is that our friends on the bathhouse couch were making more noises of pleasure that the video on the TV. Our friends on the couch then shifted.