He was stoic, which at the time seemed so mysterious to me. And since he was a great listener too, I convinced myself he was simply a well of compassi...n. Sadly, while at first I took my husbands stoic demeanor to be intriguing, I later learned he was just simply boring. And that wonderful listener I loved? In time I realized it was because he had absolutely nothing to say for himself. I was left largely alone in an unfamiliar city with a man whom I seemed to grow further apart from on a daily. Margie was wearing a pink floral corset, which exposed her cleavage on top, as well as, her belly button ring below. Michelle was wearing a shell color lacy silk cami without a bra. All night long guys kept walking by our table to sneak a peek at her tits each time her strap fell down her arm.We were drinking these fancy drinks all night. I had opened a beverage account when we boarded the ship so it was like an open bar tab everywhere we went. At about three in the morning we finally called it. Finally Jorge came back to the living room. He was wearing a sexy red body stocking, red pantyhose and a pair of golden glitter high heels…I saw him come as I was still having Jerome’s huge dick buried deep in the back of my throat while my saliva dripped down to his balls. I got up and told Jorge: “Here you go my little slut, now it is your turn, bitch…"My old black lover did not waste time at all; he quickly moved over Jorge and made him bend over. Then he shoved his dick deep inside his. It read 8:32. I could hear her coming. I punched the button on the microwave which I’d set for thirty seconds. The blueberry muffins would be ready by the time she poured her cup of java.“Well, good morning,” I said, and she came in looking good; well, she did to me.“And to you,” she said. “What’s that I smell?”I nodded toward the micro. “Muffins,” I said. It dinged just as I said what I said.“Good,” she said. I got up and got the food.“So, what’s on the agenda?” she said.“As a matter of fact,.