She waspolite but unencouraging, saying that they had to watch out forstrangers who wanted to visit. In any case she didn't think Ms Hatfieldwould be ...een on the idea, as she always said she had lost contact withall surviving members of her family. I replied to Mrs Royston that Iunderstood, but could I come and see her in her office to supply bonafides and explain some things in person - that I really was who I said Iwas, that my own mother would be able to vouch for me (though I didn'twant to. I was quite impressed that the charter company already had my itinerary figured out in such a short time. I was told to be at Hanger 7 the next morning which sounded like a great idea to me.I packed a few toiletries and grabbed my passport before heading out the door the next morning. I drove my car to the airport and requested Hanger 7. The guard asked to see my passport. I readily complied and gave it to him. He looked at it, then at me. He told me to not park in the usual parking lot,. In port their cell phones would work but Jeff suppressed the urge to text Audrey to see where she was. Wherever it was, it’s likely that the agenda did not include him. Not wanting to remain in the stateroom before Housekeeping got rid of the evidence, Jeff decided that a coffee and some time to think were in order. He went to the ship’s buffet and took his coffee to a table. Because most guests were in port sightseeing, the buffet was lightly occupied. The coffee was rich and dark and the. Chelsea was so horny she felt like her breasts were about to burst from her clothing. There was now a puddle of her pussy juice on the floor, and it now was starting to soak her pantyhose. She was in pure ecstasy, not caring at all anymore about her former modesty. After a while, Mr. Jones stopped, and ordered Chelsea to lie face-up on the desk. She happily obliged, and Mr. Jones soon started fucking her again. He roughly grabbed her breasts and used them to hold on to her as he fucked her. He.