We left the port and Shannon, Charlie, Tina and me sat out on the deck with Michele playing with the Goofy doll we bought her. I decided it was a good...night for me to fall off the wagon so I asked if anyone wanted a drink, Shannon and Tina wanted one but Charlie said she was fine.I poured us all a glass of Captain's Table rye and brought out a bunch of mix for everyone else, I had Pepsi with mine, we all enjoyed a drink and Shannon got up to get the next round, I decided it was time to go in. Justin greeted her request not to cry for her Argentina with a stunned expression and the question, ‘Why should I cry for you? And how did you know my friends all call me Buenos Aires?’ ‘You smell good.’ She said as she batted her eyelashes. Actually he did. They were getting along so well it came as a shock when they realized they needed to hurry to the concert venue. He drove the twenty city miles at a not too terribly insane speed and got there in time but the lights in the concert hall had. ‘Fuck me my darling, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me with your lovely, young, hard cock you beautiful boy’, she said over and over again, kissing me hungrily and flicking her tongue into my ears from time-to-time, shocking me to my very core with her language and wild passion, but also stirring up my own basic male instincts to respond to her needs. She continued to move up and down and round and round on my rigid cock in passionate rhythm, moaning and panting and pleading ‘fuck me my . The ones that clung to her body as she worked up a sweat. I could hardly take my eyes off her.I tried to discreetly follow her around so I could keep watching. I was never sure if she noticed, until today. She was running on the treadmill, after finishing an intense workout. Her sporty top was already soaked, her nipples clearly showing as her perfect breasts bounced through her run.I couldn't help but gawk. It actually helped keep my mind off my own run, my own fatigue, and how silly I must.