We had seven men and boys, and two women. There was at least the prospect that more people might join us. We were going to be living in comfortable su...roundings, on a large yacht that three of my fellow refugees knew how to manage efficiently. We would have access to hot showers, and adequate (albeit canned) food, cooked on a real stove.There would be small but clean and efficient staterooms in which to sleep. The yacht idea was a real winner. I was weary of the RVs and the open road.I hoped. I feel something slender and flexible enter me. Carefully, you have positioned your body so I am pressed up into the corner of the carriage. You are blocking the view as much as you can, as your fingers push up inside, caressing the moist internal walls of my sex. I tighten my thighs, welcoming you, moulding my soft spongy flesh around your digits. But just then I feel the tube train slowing and people start shifting to get off. We shuffle sideways to let people out. Your fingers slip out of. The man was still holding his dick, as a last droplet of white semen oozed out of the end."Would you like me to clean that up for you?” she went on, and knelt down next to me, taking the man’s dick into her mouth and sucking the remaining dollops of semen off, until it was clean again.“You are very lovely, but I think we need to put you away again, don’t we?” she said with a smile, addressing the man’s dick directly, before she tucked the wilting organ back into his trousers and zipped them up.. ”Both girls stared at me in confusion.I delivered the punch line, “It’s fucking close to water.”Holly groaned, but Jemma busted out into laughter.“Well, you could always buy what you like tomorrow, and we’ll give it a try,” Holly said.“You’re trying to get me to buy you beer,” I said, figuring out where she was headed.Holly replied, “Guilty,” and finished the last of her bottle. “Are you going to want another one?” she asked.I shook my head. “Between the driving and dinner, I’m about to pass.