. just wet ... but still a dark and wet night. The three jackbooted thugs ... maybe not, the oldest looked to be about 19. Typical nordic-type German;...tall, thin, blond with blue eyes.Like I mentioned ... boisterous seas. A U-boat is pretty calm below the wave zone. We were bouncing around pretty good. The three of them looked uncomfortable ... and maybe a little seasick and a lot homesick.Wendy left the cabin, came out on deck and stood horizon watch ... not that she could see the horizon;. I'm not going to do any more fooling around Barry, so don't bother asking me to." I'm happy for you Carla, and I'm glad that I could help get the two of you back together. It hurts me though that you don't want to thank me for all of my efforts. At least one last fling together. But, I can respect your commitment to Walter. If that's how you want it, then I'll go along." It has to be that way Barry. I am grateful to you, but I really love Walter, and if he found out, he might not be so. 8Anna was building rapidly as she whimpered with the onslaught of cock inside her, I moved along the side of her and felt under her, taking the weight of her swinging breast in my hand and squeezing it, I had never groped a woman’s tits before but today, so many rules were being broken, so many taboos were being displaced, the waiter grunted and folded over Anna, she moaned as she felt the hot surge of spunk being squirted up her arse, she collapsed on my friend, he looked down at her and. To and fro, to and fro, slowly driving me insane. My thighs are so sensitive, and he knows it. I have to force myself not to moan out loud.I feel moisture saturate my knickers. The heat between my legs starts to rise, its tortuous rise. My need simmers unbearably, but I can't move, and I can't speak. I want to throw my head back and howl.He doesn't stop.Tears start to form in my eyes."I can't take this anymore," I whisper, not knowing what to say.His fingers press against my knickers.My body.