Deck-hands coiled lines while waitresses from the bar fanned out offering Campari and Pellegrinos. Two wispy plumes drifted from Vesuvius across an ot...erwise perfectly clear sky. Ina Balinski sat in the boat’s austere passenger cabin beside Tracy Tomlinson and her sister Becky, the motion inside wasn’t exactly uncomfortable but any waterborne conveyance made Balinski green, and the foil’s peculiar motion was no exception. She looked at the twins and noted that both still seemed to inhabit some. “Oh, well, then Mister Helton,” Terri says. “How many millipedes equal one centipede????”I sagged. Metric jokes.Terri laughed at her joke as well as my discomfiture. Said, “My centipede just died. I’m not surprised, it was on its last legs.”“Okay, y’all,” Vicki said, “What’s worse than a giraffe with a sore neck?” She paused for effect.“A centipede with athlete’s foot.”Derek jumped back in. “What did the boy centipede say to the girl centipede?” He looked at Rachel, who was as aghast as me,. What did I have to lose?So I obliged him. I set my drink down and kneeled before him, unzipping his pants.I wasn’t surprised to find his cock was larger than average, it’s this way with most confident men, like a chicken and egg thing. I flicked my tongue over the head of his penis a few times before I began to take him in my mouth. He watched me cooly, taking a swig of his drink.Inside somewhere, a deep need to impress him rose. I went to town. I kissed and licked and deep throated. I massaged. She shivered, wiggled and hugged her chest with her arms. Was it his imagination or did her nipples look harder after her little dance? Ryan wasn’t sure but his prick enjoyed the show. His cock throbbed its appreciation. The involuntary move wasn’t lost on the girls. They laughed. ‘Problem?’ Brenda asked, echoing Elise’s question. ‘Yeah, I’m naked with three beautiful women,’ he said, hoping a little sweet talk might help. ‘And whose fault is that?’ Kathy asked. ‘Yeah, as I remember it, you.