Her backside tingled as she felt his cum beginning to ooze out of her pussy. She slowly walked into the bathroom, getting her shower going. She felt u...ed, thinking about the harsher aspects of what he did that confused her. She wasn't sure that she liked the harder side of what he did to her.Hot water cascaded down her body, slowly easing the aches she felt after her fucking. Alice decided that she needed to be a bit more careful about who she decided to have fun with in the future.Alice left. When he started piling food on, the others in the kitchenlooked horrified, as though Al Sharpton himself were straightening his hairin the punchbowl, muttering about injustice. He was alone when he startedeating.First were the divine baguettes with Mediterranean crudite. Next he sampledthe otherworldly chicken satays. Then the piece de resistance -- a mushroomleek fritatta suffused with white truffles. He took several bites, andwhether it was the forbidden thrill of eating party food, or. "Now that's out of the way" she laughed, "We'll have a proper bath, do you want to wash my breasts?" Ooh yes" he laughed, "But can I use my hands instead of a sponge?" Of course darling, hold them out" she filled his cupped hands with a liquid soap and Timmy quickly began to massage her heavy breasts, she giggled and felt the growing excitement inside her as his thumbs brushed over her nipples, then he washed her back and took his time over the curves of her gorgeous little bottom.She smiled to. "She looked at him. "Which do you think will be quicker?" I really don't know. There is no way of knowing without having an idea as to how big it is." He checked the computer. He had estimated their unit of distance was just under a mile. "We are three-hundred and fifty miles from the beacon so assuming thirty miles a day then twelve days sailing maximum." He spoke half to himself."Tristan, what did you say" I was talking to myself sorry. If the maximum distance we have to travel is all on this.