Widecombe-in-the-moor indeed, should have been called Widecombe-in-the-dullest-shithole in the world. After a couple of drinks clearly the lad thought...that this was his invitation to get inside my knickers, which he was sadly mistaken. On reflection, perhaps I should have let him take me home before I jumped out of the car giving him the full benefit of my Romford vocabulary using words that would have made a docker blush.As the car lights faded into the distance I decided that as it was a full. Stress how happy this makes her. How right it is. Same message as per the last three weeks but now immersing her at home as well as work”Michelle had let the hand brush slip from her asshole. Soft purring came through the speakers. The sleep fetish crowd will like that thought Mary. She closed down the screen. “Sweet dreams” she smiled. Her eyes were hard.Waking from her slumber Michelle checked the time. Still early for the Boost but she would kill for a cup of tea. She winced as she moved.. I had more than a few, and I staggered home. I walked into the house still staggering, trying not to knock everything over. I made it to the bathroom, puling my pants down just in time before I pissed. I walked past the girl's bedroom. I saw Brandi sleeping in her bed, but didn't see Julie. It took me a while to remember that Julie was spending the night at a friend's house. I gave Brandi a kiss and left the room. I made it to my room where I got undressed. I turned on the boob tube surfing. She was 100% behind my idea that he needed a bodyguard once we went into action. Meanwhile, I tried to learn as much as I could about handling the boat and setting the sails. By the afternoon, I could do almost anything that I was told to do, but I did not yet know enough to do things on my own.Okay, I’ll admit it, I was the comic relief for the crew as I fumbled my way through the duties of a deck hand. Scruggs told me later that I had earned a lot of respect from the crew because this was the.