"Yeah, a little, I guess," I whispered.We both scrunched into our seats, kind of but not really facing each other, and she closed her eyes. I sank bac... into the zoned-but-not-really sleeping state that I'd been in for the last hour.And then I felt her hand on my leg, under the blanket.I looked over at her but her eyes were still closed. There was a faint smile, though. Was she asleep or coming on to me? Did it really matter?Her hand traveled up my leg, brushing my cock which was rapidly getting. I nod.“Well . . . Nathan,” she begins, trying to sound sexy, “Can you remember what you and Belinda gave me for my eighteenth?” She is a bad actress and I almost cringe.He shrugs his shoulder and takes another swig of beer.She walks closer. “Think hard,” she says, beginning to loosen the belt of her robe. “It was something for me to wear.” He has not yet sussed out what is happening but is starting to realise things are not as they usually are. I think of him as a carnivore at rest. I closed my eyes and took in the pleasure it gave. He looked at me, his eyes telling me what was coming next. I nodded as he took off my pantie. My pussy was ready for him, wet and pink.He dug into it as he ate the shit out of it! One of his hands massaged my right boob as he licked me. My pleasure knew no bounds and he was so bloody good! I grabbed his hair and sang his praises as he stuck to my pussy like a magnet until I came.We both knew what we wanted now – each other. He came up, kissed. Without farther ceremony the tall pirate pushed Carmen onto a tarp lying on the deck then positioning himself between her legs he tried pushing up her dress.Carmen playfully fought back keeping her dress down with her hands while laughing, twisting and occasionally pushing back on his chest as if she were enjoying what he was doing to her.The pocked marked sailor similarly pushed Isabel down next to Carmen and with just as little concern for her as the tall man had had for Carmen he positioned.