Prateek was a tall guy in his early twenties, similar to Anvi. Behind Prateek was another guy who seemed to be younger than him.“Oh, Anvi, this is R...j, my younger brother. Raj, this is Anvi, my girl,” Prateek introduced the two to each other.“Wow, you told your brother about me?” Anvi asked in disbelief, shaking Raj’s hand.“Come on, Anvi, it’s no big deal. He’s my brother. By the way, why don’t you introduce your friend to us?” Prateek said, looking at Gayatri.“Oh, she’s Gayatri. She’s my. You have command." I have command," Henry confirmed, "And you are?" Second Officer Charles LeBoeuf, Admiral." You don't sound French?" My paternal grandfather was French and in the Free French forces during World War Two. He married an English girl and settled in England. I'm afraid I even speak French with a very thick English accent."A fat man in shalwar kameez, rather than uniform, escorted the two women to a well-appointed stateroom and indicated that if they wanted anything, they should. “So, what about you, Noah, what’s your story?”I told her my lot. Got married too young and had Lewis. Then drifted apart and got divorced. I didn’t regret it, it gave me an amazing child, that I loved more than Stevie’s feet. Which was saying something, they were great feet. I could stop watching her dangle her flip-flops.We were then joined by Mrs Swan, Lewis’ schoolteacher, and Stevie’s older sister. Her name was Penny, but I couldn’t think of her like that. She was always going to be Lewis’. She could feel her desperate need flowing down to pussy, the moment almost on hand when she would begin her naughty toilet. Butterflies were dancing in her belly – she was being so very, very naughty!A squirt of hot piss escaped her pussy flaps, spraying over the cushion creating a small glistening puddle that immediately began to soak into the fabric. After a moment, there was just a damp stain to reflect her deed. Suzanne giggled as she let load with her full need. Her pee hole opened, a fast.