I took another sip.I didn't deserve sweetness.* * *She arrived the next day at noon, quiet, unassuming. I would have knownher anywhere by her chipped ...ooth and her button nose.Kathy.She was Keisha's first lover, the other K-girl. They had fallen in lovewhen they played basketball together, Kathy, the cute little pointguard, and Keisha, the demonic rebounder. The coaches had kept theirlove affair from the media, but everyone around the team knew aboutabout it.Keisha had said it herself. I was. There were plenty of willing girls on board, but he really didn't have a winning personality. Which was fine for the business he was in.I went to one of the lounges after dinner. I got a glimpse of The Brit with a pretty boy and was a little disappointed. I knew deep down that it was my faulty. The Brit owed me nothing and I knew he was basically a gay leaning bisexual with absolutely no obligation to me whatsoever. I could handle that. Okay Maybe I could handle that.On the last night I got. She couldn’t stop him, didn’t want him to stop. The thought of her slutty tits being fucked while her holes went neglected was one of her deepest fantasies, and having it happen like this was even better than she’d imagined. Her fingers picked back up, rapidly pumping into herself, trying to match the frantic rhythm of his cock. He was close, she could feel it, feel the same edge of need that tinged his movements. The same sensation filled her, and lightly pinched her hard. "0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0"Did I tell you I hate subs?" grumbled Josh.David sighed. "Josh how many more times do I need to be reminded of your phobia with submarines!" He could see that Josh looked distinctly uncomfortable. "Look — if it makes you feel any better, I have a feeling that I don't like subs also."Josh continued to grumble "Great help that's going to be"They were standing on deck looking at the sun rise over the waves. The weather continued to be mild and the swell was gentle. The.