.,"and I smiled at that, but then she continued, "..... in a girlish sort ofway," and I wasn't sure that I liked the "girlish" part so I pouted atthat...Dinner that evening was a little awkward - instead of Bob, me and acouple of the yacht's senior staff it was just Bob and Chantal and me -and for all it mattered it might as well have been just Bob and Chantalfor it was obvious that they just wanted to talk to each other. I hadtrouble following their conversation as they skipped from one. His hands went from my face to my breasts like magnets. He knew the right spots and made me squeal softly into his mouth. His mouth left mine wanting and moved to my neck, an extremely sensitive spot on me. The instant his lips hit my pulse it felt as though water was hitting a dam in my pussy so hard it would break. I moaned softly and his right hand left my breast to venture lower. With no trouble he slipped his hand into my pants rubbing my clit through my panties. I know he could feel the. "Ooohh you sure look cute with that on, my little Antwon!" Stephie saidas she grabbed at my breasts and rubbed them together, creating a niceline of cleavage. She let go and took her shirt off."Bra pals!" she giggled. She grabbed my hands and we jumped up and down,letting gravity toss are sensitive breasts up and down. "Hehe this is fun!" I cooed. My voice was higher than hers. "Ooh oooh, take off your boxers, let's check up on your little friends." I slipped my underwear down, my little. Well anyhow, we set it up that I’d be in the coffin and she’d be in the electric chair. The wagon went by and the k**s all screamed and teens oooh’d and ahhhhh’d. I got out of the coffin and found that Emma was gone. I walked to the back of the stand and Emma grabbed me by the shirt and put me against the hollow wall. “If I’m wrong about this then I’ll trade stations with someone else but if I’m not…” She didn’t even finish the sentence as I smashed my mouth into hers and we kissed for a solid.