Said, "Scuse? I go? You show?" Again she showed them the address.The third man with the shaven head and tattooed arms told her in tagalog, "Sarap ng d...oga mo ah, maalog. Gusto mo iyot?"Mrs. misunderstood and replied, "Here? You show?"The trio grinned at each other realizing that Mrs. understood nothing. They openly discussed what they would do to her while she smiled hopefully.The boy of the slums smirked and waved for her to follow him across the street.Hearing "come", Mrs. was very pleased. His curiosity about the stricken trader was stimulated for a reason he couldn't quite raise to the surface of his brain.With the scrap yard's clearance, he put the power barge around the hapless vessel as it lay secure to the outer dock of the scrap yard. He noted the name "Hebrides Trader" on her side. The after end appeared untouched and the after hull unbuckled. The forward section was crushed back to about the accommodation – it gaped open empty of its contents. The nodes from the after. He did not stop though. He pushed the lip of the bottle against her ass and twisted it until he was able to get through. She groaned as she felt the muscles in her butt clenching and relaxing. He tipped the bottle up and emptied what little was left inside her. She sighed when he removed it but gulped when he replaced it with his fingers.She clenched her teeth and rolled her eyes back as she let him massage her butt hole inside and out. Soon it was completely lathered with oil and sufficiently. I was sure KC had relayed all my concerns to her.I did see our neighbor Marcie making out with a couple of other guys at one party or another. She flirted with me quite a bit, but I didn't do much in return except to be friendly. I liked her husband Doug, and I wondered if he was in tune to what his wife was doing.Don and Edie also were at all the parties with us. Edie carried the flirting with me to an extreme. She'd hang on my arm or body, kiss me frequently, and urge me to feel her all over.