Fuck it. Off it went. Another big hug. She rubbed those tits all over my chest. More ale. Again more was squirted out of her mouth than was swallowed....She took her ale soaked tits and offered them to me to lick. I did. Beer flavored tits. Those nipples were getting huge and hard. I continued sucking on them and by then my little pecker was starting to firm up. I was going with the flow. I had had enough beer that I was feeling pretty good. Her hands rubbing my body, me sucking her hard. Painful to re-read and painful to put down on paper, but maybe also a strange form of cathartic therapy.***********************************Sunday 22nd July 2018, Late eveningTonight I really feel like a ship without a compass.Maybe this is how Christopher Columbus or Ferdinand Magellan felt. Not sure if they were going to find the promised land – a land full of Aztec gold – or whether their fate was to be dashed on the rocks of Cape Horn or some other nautical graveyard.It was just over a month. .He ordered me to slip off my panties, a command I was only too happy to obey. I was now completely nude. A few seconds later, so was Ricky. "On your knees," he said, as though he were telling me to change the batteries in my smoke detector. I immediately did what I was told. His beautiful dick was completely erect, and I followed my basic female instinct and began sucking it, my red, wet lips making fantastic squelching noises as I moved my head up and down on his manhood, glancing up at him. The four of us agreed to head to the ship. We stopped to get fresh cups of rum punch before leaving. On the way, we told our parents what we planned to do.Jenny, Brad, Glen, and I walked to the ship. We made our way to the stateroom Glen, and I shared and went inside. Brad and Glen pushed the two beds together, and we all climbed on. Glen found the remote and turned on the television to the music channel.We talked about our day while we drank our rum punch. Jenny and I sang along to one.