She went full throttle, no holes barred into being taken by her own son, her sweet, slick pussy engulfing me with its wonderful juices and warmth. Som...thing had been let loose in Mom during the second honeymoon cruise that had never quite buried itself again. Dad increasingly gave her encouragement in some respects and grudging or tacit acceptance in others, his internal struggle with his voyeurism and enjoyment of Mom’s infidelities fading as he relaxed and embraced the realities of Mom’s once. Once she had them all the way in she put the panties back on and walk to the shower to tell Dave to hurry up that’s when she saw him through the door stroking himself. She yelled at him not to waste that to save it for her. Dave jumped hitting the wall and door she just laughed. Dave said he would be right there. Jill went in the bedroom and laid on the bed face down. Dave dried off and came to find her. He climbed up on top of her sliding the T shirt up over her head. She could feel his hard. Then I had to decide whether to fix the problem or not. Finally I had to decide on a course of action.To do that I had to research it. The first thing I did was an honest, factual appraisal of my body. When I departed on the cruise I had been five feet six inches tall and one hundred and twenty pounds.After my six months on Devils Island, I was still five feet six inches but I weighed well under one hundred pounds. The day I stepped out of that plane, I looked like a poster girl for Dachau.I. I became suddenly aware of my surroundings as I noticed the Captain kneel down next to me.'Come on Cabin Boy', she shouted, and slapped my arse hard with her hand as I thrusted into Tabatha. The feeling was sensationally intense ... pleasure reverberating around my body. I immediately rammed my cock deep into her again, and the Captain slapped my arse again.Tabatha was nearing her orgasm, and was moaning loudly as I speared into her soft opening.'FUCK THE SLUT HARD', the Captain yelled at me as.