He wasnt coming. She was helpless, and losing hope. Her sobs became louder. She was getting angry. But her anger was only a mask of her fear. She scre...med into the ball, but the red thing wouldnt let the sound escape her throat, and that sound stuck there, clawing at her esophagus. She was trapped. And the thought of it filled her and engulfed her. She would never be free of this agony. Of material that bites, of balls that smother, of legs that shake. She stomped her feet, but quickly stopped.. Bbb..gwwherre . . . goink . . . ." She sounded stoned as hell.The attractive old woman blubbered, "Bb-b-b-ang-k-kokk-k . . .?Morons. It'll be nice to see Mom; she wasn't there the last time I got home with Georgia.Ship MatesCabin"OF COURSE I'll have dinner with you. Come on."This was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Just lying there on the promenade deck in her bathing suit and sunglasses drove me to distraction until I would either have to go talk to her or jump overboard. Thank god,. She purposefully parted her legs for easy access. I played with her cunt and little noise started to come from her mouth. I became afraid as aunty was sleeping near. She then turned facing me. I hugged her tightly as my 7 inch penis penetrated between her thighs. She pressed her thighs strongly and I pressed up and down. I felt that the cot also moves little. So I stopped forcing but slowly played.After some time I felt her hand moving over my shaft. She holds my rod, but doesn’t know what to. She was gorgeous. Light brown hair and golden brown eyes; her complexion was rich. A dark tan washed her smooth skin, and a lack of freckles gave her face and arms a porcelain look. I watched her as she nursed a beer and made small talk with the older man next to her, and couldn't help but to feel extremely attracted. I finished my beer and asked the bartender what the gal was drinking. "Stella Artois" was all she said as she looked at me. I suddenly realized that I had been so wrapped up in.