He had gotten so used to it he didn’t even wake when she crawled in with him anymore. She had told him she always felt safest when with him as she h...d dreams.Considering the stories that Tyson and the girls had eventually told him of what Paul tried to do on several occasions, he wasn’t that surprised.He had to go back to wearing his boxer shorts at night. Kim had a bad habit of curling up tight into his body. So far, on the ship, she hadn’t crawled into bed with him.He had hoped she was. His left hand reached towards the fridge handle. I was fucked. He opened it and peaked inside. In an instant, my stomach was in a knot. This was it. I’ve lost it all over a stupid beer. Jake reached in and then pulled out my open beer. “Quite the stock you have here”, Jake said, looking at me as he held the beer can.I gave up. If I was going down, the least I could do was save Kyle’s ass. “Jake, I could lie to you and say that was Kyle’s beer and I had no idea it was there, but I’m not going to. His booth had the best view of the front and he had rented the space from me for two years, so he was used to handling the front. Sheila sat in my tattoo chair giving me a great view of her legs peaking out from her skirt and I explained what I wanted from her as a model. The fact that I would be using every part of her body as my canvas, and that I wanted pictures and video of my performance seemed to be of no concern to her. I asked her how she came to find out about the position and she told. This was no gentle sexual intercourse – this was fucking! Jane had been almost fully aroused before they even started, anticipating the normal sexual pleasure with the allure of pregnancy adding as fuel to the fire. Matt was no longer concerned about a script: he was in an attractive woman – not his wife – and was really lost in the pleasure of driving his cock into a receptive cunt. For both of them, all that mattered right then was sexual gratification and the drive toward orgasm. They were.