Just then a handsome young man in a very smart uniform came in to the cabin and said, "Good, I'm glad you're here, Helen Carstairs. I read your detail... from your file during the voyage. I'm Colin, the First Mate on the ship. We land in less than 24 hours and I thought you might like a meal and a shower before then. Sleeping in a comfortable bed might also be inviting, as it's probably the last you'll have for a long time." Oh, thank goodness," said Helen, relieved, "at last I've found someone. But that is only because of a contractual agreement. I promised Mr. Cummings that any adventure I wrote that I considered for publishing had to be submitted to him first. I was thinking I might try to find a small publisher for this one, or just do it myself. But I do have to submit it to him first. But trust me, I really do not think this is the kind of thing they want.”Overall, they all thought it was a lot of fun. Dirty, nasty, perverted, but also a lot of fun. Absolutely not the kind of. She lead to my bedroom hand in hand, The bed was made and ready, the girl had plans, She had been busy while she waited for me, As she removed my shirt with kisses of glee. We stood as clothing fell to the floor, My pants she undid on her knees and bent red toes, The same with my briefs, if you please, Then she made love to my semi until it was hard. She arose with a smile, satisfied, And fell to the bed of lasciviousness, “Help me off with my jeans,” she cooed, Tattered and two sizes tight,. Her legs spread further apart, exposing herself to anyone on that side of the bar, and she didn’t care. Miranda moved the glass up higher, spreading her legs further. The glass was the only thing blocking her pussy from the room. Again, she dipped her finger in her glass, licked this drop off and sucked it into her mouth. Her eyes had been so intent on the man in the jeans she completely missed the other man until he was right in front of her. “Hi, I’m…” “Not interested, I’m flirting with my.