She stood up, and they grabbed her, hugging her tightly and kissing her hair. “My poor baby girl,” her father said quietly. I’m so sorry this ha... to happen to you. I just thank God you’re safe here at home.” Her mother, dabbing her eyes with a hankie, said, “We love you, honey. We’ll do everything we can to make sure that you’re protected. You did nothing wrong. You did what you had to do.” Her father turned to me. “Son,” he said, taking my hand in both of his, “I don’t know how to thank you. I asked her phone number; she did not give and went inside, this continued for many days, now she started to give smile to me One fine day she gave me her cell number and we chatted for almost 2 months and became little close, we used to chat about sex, she used to ask everything about men, I used to ask whatever I felt like asking. This was going well, one day she called me on my cell and told me that they are vacating their house within a week. I requested her to meet me, she said no she. I take my pleasure with her. Going hard but not proving like before... I'm cruising. Our bodies are still slapping but our bones are quiet.Her pussy is divine, I can't get enough. I drive on. My free hand exploring whatever it can reach. It reaches her hair. With two fists of hair I pull hard. I lean back and press up hard into her. Still pulling. Her arms and hands raise off the couch. I continue pounding. Balancing her on my cock by her hair. Her hands are free and she's working her neglected. Mia and Paul, go forward on the hulls and see what’s in the sail lockers. A skull and crossbones flag, perhaps,” she giggled.“Where should we try?” Mo asked Claude, at the nav station in the saloon. Without Internet he was bereft of knowledge. He’d only had a sketchy idea where Cuba was even, and was right now using the navigation screen to find out.“What do you think? Somewhere near, to start with, that we can navigate to with maps and the compass? Then we can get the satnav going. Jamaica? It.