.. the cats love fish guts, especially sea bass.It's purely disgusting to watch the cats tear into a pan of guts ... except for Connie ... she likes t... watch the gulls invent new strategies for getting past the cats. If that girl keeps it up ... she'll have a doctoral thesis before she has a highschool diploma.Letting the cats have the guts and heads solved the shark problem ... the crew wasn't chumming now. The sharks lost interest. This was good ... now the crew could go swimming. David took. I’ll end it. The real and final end. No talk and one of us will pack her bags. It’s your choice.”“If I go out, you’ll talk with me after?” I asked again.“Yes,” he sounded offended. “Tonight is your crucible. If you quit, it’s over, but if-”“Let’s go then,” I interrupted. I could take anything he planned to dish.Outside and down the landing we went. I felt positively overdressed compared to the night he threw my favorite blue dress away. Matthew rolled his sleek red motorbike out of the garage,. Heather rolled onto the bed exhausted as Becky remained on Jason until his cock went soft and fell out. Becky went on the other side of Jason as the tow woman pushed their plump bodies’ to Jason.“Wow, that was awesome. How was it for you?” she asked Becky.“It was good but you did have one more orgasm then me and your husband.” She responded.“Well let’s try to make Jason’s cock grow again so you have a third time.” Heather answered.With that she moved don to Jason’s limp cock and started. On the bed, we went naturally to the 69 position. He had all of me in his mouth and I had him in and out of my throat - something it took forever for me to get the hang of. Finally, Marty shot his load in my mouth and we lay there exhausted for a few minutes. The conversation warmed up and he asked me if I smoked and of course I replied in the positive.Now both of us were stoned and Marty tells me he is a cross dresser and loves to dress but this was not the place for it. No one here wore.