The last of the workers were bringing in the last of the crop, and some had started the long trek back to the village. Only the chargehand, Alice and ...he truck driver would enjoy the ride back to the warehouse in the vehicle.Some vervet monkeys gambolled below the nearby trees, and she enjoyed the way they seemed to spend so much time at play."Alice."She turned as the chargehand called to her."Were ready to go now."She nodded and strolled over. The chargehand climbed into the cab, to join the. But although they had only just met, they were not entirely strangers. Margaret knew there was nothing to hide. The girl knew why she was there, so there was no need for timid, furtive glances, no requirement for anything other than frank appraisal. Everything had been efficiently arranged. ‘Yes I do. I especially like pretty girls, and you’re very pretty. Should I call you Liz or Elizabeth?’ ‘Elizabeth sounds too posh. Call me Lizzie.’ It had been such a long time since Margaret had been. Driving to Chicago seemed like more than enough for the first day. In fact, I packed it in at Rockford, tired from the first day's effort.The route had been relatively free of snow or ice, but it was the concentration on my driving that produced the fatigue. I found a modest motel to spend the night and slept more soundly than I had in some time. It was a warning to me not to overdo my efforts. I wasn't quite ready to push myself.It took some time to get through the Chicago area traffic the. The galley was enclosed on the deck above with another head. The bridge onto of the Galley, and a large dive deck in back, and open deck on the bow.Ed took me into the state room, which I learned was the sex room, because there was nowhere else with enough room to comfortably move; we kissed deeply but briefly, then he asked me,”Please undress for examination.”He sat before me as I stood naked and erect, precum dripping down my shaft with a long web. Ed took his finger and scooped it up, then.