.. and one of them began waving back. Messaging. Signalmen. They were hand talking without flags ... and they were FAST. I don’t know English flag t...lk ... I surely don’t know Russian. They were waving back and forth ... like they were arranging to meet onshore and discussing which bar the party was at. By the time the circumstances were passed ... the bastard croaked. Dead men tell no tales ... my version was the only story ... and the rapidly developing black eye. Ouch.Fairly soon a second. I rolled my eyes and was on my way back up stairs when I heard Carters's voice. "And where do you think you're going?" I turned and he was standing with two glasses of white wine in his hands. I walked over and took one of the glasses. "I'm not much of a romantic." I said trying to smile. He kissed me. I stepped back. "Where the hell is Jenny?" He rolled his eyes. "She's out. Probably cheating on me... again." He downed his drink and I downed mine and we put down the glasses.I wrapped my arms. I felt his tongue licking up and down my wet hole and I placed my lips on his pink helmet and kissed him. To mix it up a little, every time I glanced over I simple stroked his cock, moving my hand up and down several time. Slow to start with, I wanted him to last and enjoy this moment as much as I could. Zac played his part also, still licking me from side to side and I had to buckle my hips from time to time. He was doing a great job and whenever I could feel he was getting me too far I pulled. I learned of these things by reading of these things. I’d never had the courage to pursue this newly revealed reality - until recently.In my internet surfing, I’d found blogs and chat rooms filled with adherents of ’alternative life styles’. While these places were an enduring source for pornographic concepts that would arouse me during masturbation, I was too timid to approach any of the women there.Finally, I succumbed to my weakness and initiated a chat with such a woman. She went by the.