He moaned “thank you sissy” and I patted his hand for him. It wasn’t long until uncle Bud began to grunt loudly as he stroked his massive member...and then he moaned “swallow now sissy, swallow now”. I felt a hot, slick substance coating his big balls and my hand so overcome with lust, I leaned closer to watch and he forced his big cock head into my mouth. He held my head as his big cock jerked and filled my mouth, six or seven times with his hot salty cum. When it was over, I could feel his big. ‘No, no! He must have some sort of hold over her! I’m sure she would’ve been in contact with me, otherwise!’ he protested, in a slightly panicky tone. ‘Maybe!’ she muttered, still unconvinced. She drained the contents of her glass. ‘How did you manage to worm all this information out of what’s-his-name, then?’ Mike muttered, darkly. ‘I used my womanly wiles!’ she replied, patting her hair, and fluttering her false eyelashes. ‘You mean you let him fuck you, you bitch!’ he snarled, angrily, as. Then everything stopped. The fog,the sensual voices complimenting my behaviour, the moans, the chains oforgasms, the need to breed like animals. Sudden realization of the pastday hit me like a truck. As the dizziness faded, my identity was comingback in my brain. I was aware of the 69 position I was locked in. Thelack of licking suddenly made me realise that coherent thoughts cameback to my friend. A friend that I had fucked! WHAT THE FUCK!I tried to be ashamed, but I couldn't. It was the most. They try to adjust each other, so they do not look too tousled and climb from the car to find restrooms to repair themselves.After, they wander to the bow of the boat again and watch, with excitement, as the ship comes nearer and nearer to the shores of France. Abbie, who has traveled more, is still thrilled seeing them coming closer to land. Tim, who before this week had only seen the seashore a couple of times, really is overcome with anticipation.They stay there, letting the wind blow over.