Margie never liked her real name anyway. It was an old lady’s name, or a fat girl’s name. Sounded too much like margarine. Mean kids used to call ...er that in school. And because of her last name, it got extended to Margarine Yogurt. She could never eat either of those things without getting sick. She was looking for a secret room, underneath a ruined windmill. She knew which country it was in, although over the last few months they kept changing the name of the rundown rinkydink shithole. I let Alex go wander on his own. Beth's form was off and we spend a few minutes working on that. The morning passes surprisingly quickly.Alex reappears around lunchtime. "Sir, there's a sushi buffet on the aft deck. You wanna hit it?" Yeah." Beth and I get out of the water, "That'll work. How you feelin' Beth?" Tired. I'm fine." She dries off and wraps on a sarong that makes her look only half-naked. I can't figure why half the boat ain't hit on her yet.Maybe because they think I'm her. Her nipples were very hard and large, which was exactly what he liked. He pinched her left nipple and started tugging on it. He could sense that she was really starting to get turned on as she started breathing harder. All of sudden she stopped kissing him and pulled back. “What’s wrong?” he said. “Nothing,” she replied, “I just wanted to tell you that I’m really wet.” Matt took that as his cue to take this to the next level. He pulled his hand out from under her bra, lowered his own seat. "There is another load in here for you Ana."I begged him, "No more please. My jaw is aching." You need to empty me, or I tell hubby. That's the deal!" I guess I'm going to have to fuck you after all." He said.I laid there in shock as he moved himself between my legs. My protests were unheard and he pushed his huge head of his dick against my pussy lips. I gasped loudly and he pushed it in to my soaking pussy.Gently he shoved his cock deeper into my body. Once he had it half inside, he began to.