Great. Allison briefly considered reading the messages from Mark, but thought better of it. She selected all three of his messages and pressed delete....She read the message from her mom: Good luck on your last final, Sweetie! Your father and I are so excited to see you in 3 days! Allison sighed and smiled slightly. Her mom was great, but she still treated Allison like a child. She opened her bag and threw her cellphone in. ‘Hey… ummm…hi,’ a voice spoke to Allison. She whipped around in surprise.. However I was flabbergasted with the freedom seen in the west. I was quite young around 22 yrs of age and quite energetic to work on the ship.I was staying in a cabin which was a small room but equipped with all necessary facilities. We had bunk beds i.e. 2 beds like you see those in the sleeper trains in India. The beds are of course comfortable and cozy. It took me a few days to adjust with my room partner who was a British citizen. His name was Bob. He was average built but had a good. Her hand crept to her moist pussy and she tenderly caressed her folds. Her mind returned to that enchanted island of the satyrs and nymphs. She yearned to be back in their presence and live out her days in one perpetual orgy. She stroked her slit more fervently as she recalled the sweet bliss, she longed for another taste of satyr cock and their sweet cum or the silky soft tongue of a nymph. Their music alone was enough to make one cum. She thrust her fingers deep into her gash as her thoughts. I could not see the guy's face but his cock was impressive and very hard, my wife was clearly enjoying the feel of it between her hands as she rubbed and twisted it, I put my hand on my own cock and started to move it in time with my wife's hands, it felt amazing.Then, all of a sudden the floorboard creaked under my foot, my wife stopped what she was doing and looked towards me.As soon as I heard the noise I stepped back very quickly and shut the door to, I thought it was confrontation time, I.