Not a goddamned thing!’ His voice sounded broken over the speaker. ‘All right, thanks, Matt.’ ‘God. I am sorry, Dan.’ The radio fell silent....The seas were only 5 to 7 feet, the wind a steady 20 knots. Still, she rolled up angry and slapped us every few minutes. I had been calling out warnings to my deckhands when we were hauling to give them time to grab a line as the boat heeled over, seas washing the deck. As calm as it ever got this time of year. The Sara Lee was our sister ship, named after. ”“Sorry, old habit.” I sighed into my hands. “I wish we could just do a spread sheet. It’d be quicker and we wouldn’t be screwing up so much.”“Quit whining.”“Yes, dear.” I looked up at her. She was staring at me with those wonderfully big, brown eyes, and I realized that she knew that I meant what I just said.“Julie, I’m sorry. I...” I stammered.For the last three days we had been close together. Sometimes, we even touched as we leaned over the gravimeter. I felt us getting closer, but not in. The cold air was not exactly welcomed but when I lay back on my bed, after shutting my door and spreading my legs, it felt amazing on my hot cunt. The towel fell open and my eyes turned down to my own body. Nibbling on my lower lip I slid one hand flat down my front and parted my slick pussy lips, shifting my damp body so my knees were bent, giving me good leverage to slide my hand over the sensitive area. Fingers finding my clit and slowly working it in circles, made my needy body tense. Oh it. Venatrix took off her Skirt, again her perfection was so lustrous -- her vale of Venus was delicately covered by a lighter shade of red that barely covered her delicious cleft. It was as though she’d known exactly what I had always fantasized in a woman. She straddled her lithe body over my chest, facing me her smile never wavered, “I think you know what to do” she said in a sensual growl.I started to nibble gently on her labia; I could feel the pulsing of her blood as I worked my way up.