To me, it seemed that the ship was sitting much lower in the water, though the storm had abated, somewhat. The rain and sky outside now matched what w...s in my sketchbook. I shivered. This was positively eerie.I got started. First thing I did was start drawing a sort of glow around the ship. I did it with my colored pencils.Then I drew the ship in another panel, sitting calmly and in a sort of protected area, due to the glow I had created. When that was complete, I felt extremely weak and had to. “Want some coke?” Scott offered, accepting a big bump from little Craig, but Dyl declined, thank God. He did blow sometimes, and it wasn’t ever a good experience for him and he and I both tended to sincerely regret it when Dyl got high. “You guys wanna shower?” he asked, then, indicating the shabby stall in the room’s tiny lavatory. “I do,” Dylan admitted, and I did too, if we were gonna do more, so Dyl left me to go bathe and when he leaned down to kiss me, smelling of clean hair and wet. He pulled me up, licked, sucked my balls, reached around and squeezed my buttocks hard. He said we should move this into the bedroom. It was a turn on for me to be in the same bed where he fucks his wife. I lay on my back and he got on top of me, his blond fur tickling my relatively smooth chest. He brushed his beard back and forth across my lips and face and then our lips found each other. We tongue kissed and we rubbed our cocks together. He got on his knees and started rubbing my hole with. Gone was the thick, slightly lumpy ooze that had filled her mouth with its disgusting flavor. Now Emilys taste buds were covered in ropes of silky cream, not nearly as thick, but not watery. It was just slimy enough to stick to her taste buds with its pleasing flavor long after the flow was gone. And there was so much of it! Emily gulped several times, sending the precious fluid on a one way trip to her stomach. For the very first time, Oliver watched his wife nurse the final drops of cum from.