Heberto was asking him if I was doing a good job. He told me to make him proud. He was asking him if I was hot and if he would like to fuck me. He sai... yes of course. He told our new friend to lay me back on a stack of boxes, throw my legs in the air and pound my pussy. He did just that. The whole time he fucked me, my man was listening. He was encouraging him to cum in my pussy. Before long he did just that. I wanted to cum soooo fucking bad but he told me I couldn't. I had to save it for him.. Mike agreed and the men set to working rods and lines. Anna walked up to the bow, put down a towel, and layed out on the rail to sun her near nude body. As the men scurried about Anna's mind and fingers wandered her body's curves and through her folds. Several minutes later the boat set couse again in a slow troll. Anna woke from her horny daydream from a sudden shade. Mike stood before her as she sat up on the bow rail. The hard rail pushed back against her plug and she straightened up a. “A toast,” he said, “To the three ring circus arm of the Brass Ring Plooka Band. I mean, Polka, ” he quickly emended. Isolde giggled as they clinked glasses. “Plooka, huh? And just whose ass are you thinking about plooking?” she asked. “Not mine!” Terry said quickly. “Gee,” George said, “I’ve never had a French maid before.” Isolde thought she heard a little edge creeping in beneath their thinly veiled banter, and cut it off, saying, “Stop it, you two, or I’m going to feel left out.” “Your left. I was thinking of schools of some kind in part of the world where having an educated populace could change the course of history."Abby said, "I'd like in on that too."Anna nodded. "That's as good as anything to try."Abby said, "Collaboration. We need to adopt a common cause for the three of us. It'll bind us together again, allow us to be together at special times, and give us a common goal to pursue."Anna picked up my ring where it sat in front of me. She nodded at Abby who held my left hand.