She possessed dark brown hair just past her shoulders and dark eyes that would melt you. Her lips were those that you immediately wanted to kiss, and...keep kissing forever.After having some coffee and idle chat, I asked if she would like to accompany me as I made a tour of the ship, explaining that I could go virtually anywhere I wanted. We left the Signal Bridge and made our way around, explaining the various spaces, their functions, and some of the equipment."You're very knowledgeable about. I gently rub his smooth arms, wowMe: wow akhil, ur soo soft.I slide my hand inside his tshirt and rub his soft chest and abs, finger his cute navel and kiss his neckAkhil : (giggles) sir, what are you doing?Me : I cant help it, your soo cute.. like Katrina KaifAkhil : (giggles) (shy) I don’t have boobs or pussy like herMe : But u have a fucking hot ass like herSaying this I gently slide my hand into his shorts. To my surprise hes not wearing any underwear. My hands directly touch is smooth. The supposed Spaniard was a flush decked, square rigged ship that would have passed for a sloop of war. Tony decided that she did not look Spanish at all. The lines of her hull and the cut of her sails were decidedly French. There could be an explanation for that, but his suspicion was roused.“What do you make of her, Mr. Boyle?” he asked his veteran sailing master.“Slaver, Sir, French built or I don’t know ships. She could still be owned by the Dons.”Tony raised his speaking trumpet.“Ship ho!. I'm sure she was praying that it was me, but probably had some fears as well that it might be some other boy.Despite not knowing who it was, her body betrayed her by beginning to respond as my hands began to caress her bare pussy lips, occasionally slipping a finger into her already damp pussy. Sliding one hand up to her asshole, I began to gently twist and turn the plug, eliciting a further response from Becky. She began to rock her ass back and forth in a fucking motion. As I placed several.