I went out to greet it, which I hadn't done the past few times.It was a good thing I did. There was a pallet with at least 20 boxes on it, designated ...or us. Some were marked "CAUTION: FIREWORKS" on the side, but others weren't so obvious.The captain, who I had never met before, came down to the pier to meet me. He was a middle aged man who sported a salt-and-pepper captain's beard. "Looks like you have the makings of quite a holiday shindig," he said.I nodded."My men and I are planning a party. The thing that made me go more crazy was her navel which got revealed sometimes. I was a navel lover and this was awesome. Like seeing in real is a complete different feeling that on tv or internet.After dinner there was dj.. Almost everyone was drunk. I also took few pegs but was totally conscious. Kavya took vodka shots and when she came to the dance floor the song that was playing was ‘party all night’. She started to dance. Though there were other girls too i was watching her only. Every. One, I might add, was of my own making.I was 41 then and I had to admit that this little Thanksgiving thing of mine was becoming a disgusting ritual. I wasn't sure if I could bring myself to do it again. I'd been working since before dawn on that Thanksgiving Day in the homeless shelter, helping to prepare the dinning room and side dishes for the day's handout.My normal routine was to dish out food all day long and then grab a willing man outside the building and take him home. For some reason,. I became even more aroused as it disappeared inside me. While it didn't feel like the real thing, it still felt good. I brought my legs up toward my chest to change the angle, which had an added benefit of a clearer view of my new toy. My hand steadily slid the dildo in and out of my pussy - feeling my muscles clench the toy each time it tried to escape from inside me. It felt good. Not as good as the real thing but definitely a fine alternative when I didn't feel like plucking some stud.