This time he had prepared for the ascent with ropes, and they linked together with carabiners on a single line. Doc insisted on going last with Wesley...and Margaret between him and Pol. Thus prepared, they began the climb through thick fog up the mountain.Wesley had always believed that if he were deprived of sight, the hearing faculties would compensate. The acuity of his hearing in this fog, however, came as a surprise. Doc’s experience was that his hearing was muffled as much as his eyesight. It felt like I was made to be inside of her. Mom sank all the way down on my cock and we both moaned and locked eyes. She slowly began to ride me as we continued to stare deeply into each other. I couldn't believe I was finally fucking my dream woman, and it was even better than any of my fantasies. Mom picked up the pace and after only about 5 minutes I was nearing the point of no return. I was disappointed when I told Mom I was going to cum. Mom replied, "Cum baby, cum in my pussy. Shoot that. Let me just point out a couple of ‘features’ of our entertainment.” He faced me and suddenly reached out and grabbed my tit as hard as he could. Hanging on, he turned back to the room. “Ladies and gents, you can do whatever you want to her—squeeze her, spank her, finger-fuck this thing, do whatever you want. I just ask that you make sure everyone gets at least one turn with her.” He wrapped the leash around his fat, greasy hand, thus forcing my face close to his. To me he growled, “you will. There was a big cheer for Benny that day!The crew of the ‘Bonteko’ were a mixture of Indians, Timorese and Malayans, with the Indians doing the cooking. They kept live fowls and goats wandering about below decks. There was no love lost between the Indians and the others. I was passing the galley one day and saw a cook mixing a big bowl of rice and other junk while sitting on the floor. He told me it was for the deck crew, and spat into it. I was glad we had our own cooks!Welcome to BunaWe.