I lay back as I enjoyed his fullness entering me as the ocean sounds sang in the background but that's when another sound pierced our perfect morning....As I opened my eyes everything began to happen in slow motion. In our doorway stood my neighbor with cups of coffee in both hand, Michael was still fucking me and I felt absolutely paralyzed by the events that were transpiring. Michael apparently reached a point of no return and couldn't stop or didn't want to. Our neighbor Russ stood aghast and. I figured if she was lying about being there she would make some lame-ass excuse about how Carol couldn't come to the phone. Nope... she handed the phone to Carol. “Carol... what the hell is happening here?” Carol told me that about 9:45 my wife had shown up at her door and was sobbing so hard that she could barely breathe. “She's been on my couch.. has thrown up a dozen times and needs some rest.” came from Carol. I jumped in my car and drove like crazy to Carol's house. There sat my. 'I cleared my tray and made my way to main deck.It was a refreshing evening and I enjoyed the fresh air that sobered me up very quickly. I took advantage of the peace and quiet to relieve myself again and then sat down looking out at the sea. We were many many miles from land obviously, but it was strangely relaxing watching the world go by. I saw a strange seat to my left at the end of the deck and it took me awhile to work out that it was the actual toilet. The seat hung over the edge of the. Then I took the bowl of salad dressing and carefully dribbled it onto her arse, I watched it as it dribbled down her arse crack and down her legs. I could see her stiffen as I was doing this. I looked at her again and saw how much of a mess she was becoming. Her face was becoming covered in salad dressing and her hair was mixing in with her food. Every now and again she would hold her head up to swallow and the dressing would dribble down her front covering her tits and top of the dress. What a.