Well that wasn't strictly true of course. One person knew exactly what had happened to the poor woman.And I wasn't saying a fucking word...Sadly, I wa...n't able to tell the rest of the passengers that the poor dead woman wasn't worth grieving over and the mood on the ship became rather sombre for the last leg of the cruise back to Majorca. All entertainment was cancelled out of respect for the poor victim and her husband which meant Josie was able to spend the evenings in the bar with me instead. She held the kitchen zinc for grip and started to slowly grind my cock with her ass. It was a wonderful feeling when she did that.Then I slowly started to untie her saree and now she was in her black colored blouse and underskirt. It was a nice view from behind – she was holding the zinc by bending a bit and her ass on my crotch area grinding me in that underskirt.She slowly opened her eyes, turned around and stared into my eyes. It was very beautiful feeling to look into her brown eyes at that. "You like it?" Mindy asked, opening her legs a little wider. "I think it's sexy." Its very nice," he said, his voice sounding far away. "But it doesn't change anything. You're just trying to use sex to get what you want from me." Did you notice," she asked, "that I said 'I had myself shaved'? I didn't do it myself." You... you didn't?"She shook her head, letting the manicured middle finger of her left hand dip down and slide between her lips. She drug it slowly upward, over her clit and up onto. Per her request, I tightened my grip on her hips and picked up the pace. My pounding piston was making slapping and suction noises as my balls slammed against her clit. Pounding, driving, and grunting I was listening to Sharon like a voice in the distance screaming fuck me, harder, deeper, faster, oh yes, oh, Pete was not helping me to hold back much longer. Drawing in and out as far as possible for the TV viewer and now for my self, I was set to explode. After several minutes of watching.