'I've seen bigger', she responded and then leaned forward to rub her crotch along my face. My cock was getting ever more erect until she let go and I ...urriedly pulled up my shorts.'Getting excited were we?', she taunted leaning over me. Still on my back I counted half a dozen pirates smirking and laughing before sitting up. She held out her hand and pulled me up.'You sit there daydreaming, you'll miss the games', she told me.'Thank you', I muttered.The main deck was crowded with girls who had. And what a fine rear it is, isn’t it? What do you think, men?’ The men all cheered in agreement as Betty awkwardly moved about, trying to remember the ‘sexy walk’ Eugenia had taught her—arch the back, rotate the thighs with each step, keep hands on hips. Her short skirt left little to the imagination, and she knew that the lower half of her pale rear end was clearly visible to all who desired to look. ‘…In fact, she loves it up the stinker so much that she’s declared her coochie off-limits.. .andthen throw her out."Fine...you have two minutes and then leave." What I meant was that, for the first time in my life, I could dosomething without being judged. You know what goes at thesemeetings..." I thought 'what happens on the road, stays on the road,'" I said,sneering."Yeah, well, if you're a guy, it does. When I was you..." You are me. Or did you forget that? Oh yeah, you did." What I meant was when I was a girl. Anyway, what happens on the roadapplies to men only. When I was. The smell of pot, booze, sex and perfume was thick in the air. My wife was on the left of me, and Charleen on the right. Before me was someone dressed much like I was, high boots, gloves, a maids dress, neon blue hair. Only her clothes were coated with what looked like frosting, but I realized in my dream that it was cum. It had to be, for she was smiling and lowering her panty-girdle and latex panties. She was bending over, one hand holding her ankle, the other reaching to pull out a huge, but.