Another rancher brought a mare to the pen with the donkey from his house down the road. He paid John for the stud service to produce a home bred mule....John donated the fee to the church and the minister nodded favorably. They ate fried chicken and potato salad and the donkey fucked the mare in the pen making a loud commotion during lunch. A tall woman whispered something to John and he nodded but, said nothing aloud. Jenny told her guests that the tall woman was the preachers wife and they. Painful - but it had worked for they were now at least a moderately competent crew. And there were the domestic duties; cooking, cleaning and so on. But, other than these, a modern yacht practically sailed itself. And, of course, there was the sex but, she smiled to herself, she couldn't really complain about that. Why, she must have cum three times last night alone.There were noises behind her and she lazily turned her head to see John, the mate, pulling a girl up the aft companionway. Poor. Bridget removed her hand and stretched her body over Jessica's so her pussy was leveled with her friend's and then pressed her body down and began moving her body up and down; Rubbing her pussy against her friend's pussy. She moaned pleasurably as their pussies grind together.The friends' first time lesbian lovemaking started slowing then gradually grew more and more intense making the bed shake and the bed posts bang angrily against the wall. Bridget and Jessica were moaning and groaning with. ”“Why can’t this thing between males and females be easy?”“What do you mean?”“When I was by myself, when I walked around at work, I said hello, the ladies said hello and things were fine. I get here, and the fighting breaks out.”“I guess it’s human nature to go after what they want, and to fight off those who would try to get between them and their prey. People will also tend to fight those who would take away what they think is theirs.”“I don’t belong to anyone. I’m no one’s prize. I’m not.