..not sure...but as she kisses you , you know you can't stop. Your mouth crushes into hers, your tongues dancing together. Her hands find your tight a...s squeezing it, pulling it against her. As the two of you grind your pussies together, I slide behind you and run my hands up the front of your shirt. My hand squeezes your tits hard, pulling the nipples rings the way you like it. The blond backs up just enough to be able to raise her top, exposing her hard nipples. I pull your top up along with. Because of the style of construction, keeping water out was impossible so there was a bailer kept constantly busy scooping out water and dumping it back from whence it came. They were surprisingly seaworthy. They had rudimentary deckhouses with sloping roofs bow and stern.The style was absolutely NOT Chinese Junk. During the feudal area, China was landward looking. Internal dynasties frowned on anything that allowed serfs the possibility of escape.Oh ... in case you hadn’t figured it out ... we. Being the gentleman I am I decided to stay with her to prevent her feeling overwhelmed. Over the course of the day it became apparent something could happen. Even amongst her first day nerves she managed to give off all the signals that she fancied me. She was 21, blonde, good body but just on the cusp of being chunky. Her eyes were enchanting. We talked daily after that and eventually a social event came around. After a few drinks the flirting intensified and I became happy that I'd booked a. I tapped lightly on her door, but she didn't seem to hear me. After a few seconds, I banged on it, and she literally screamed.I opened the door, which she had apparently left unlocked, to see her cowering in the corner, a look of abject terror on her face."Hey, Ice Cream Lady, I'm not that scary," I said, trying to make light.Her fear had already started to drain as soon as she saw I wasn't what (or who) she had apparently been afraid of."I'm sorry," she said, still crying."You look like a girl.