I'll spare you most of the drama but basically she called me a pervert and kept threatening to tell my mother. But as I stood there looking at her, st...ll incredibly horny, I noticed something. The way she moved, the way she was yelling. She seemed more than angry. She seemed frustrated. Sexually frustrated. She didn't cum! It wasn't even good for her. Suddenly I got even more horny if you can believe it.She noticed my buldge and began calling me a pervert again. My response... I suddenly. My cock was almost hard, but I still invited her to have a suck to complete my arousal.With her small manicured hand wrapped around the shaft, she gently milked it for a moment before she guided it between her lips into her hot wet mouth. She had a talented tongue, with it swirling around the head, and pushing into my piss slit."You've done this before" I commented as I ran my hand through her silky smooth blonde hair.She nodded her head, whilst sliding my cock deeper into her mouth until I. "I had this dream of a big sexy woman who kept feeding me her boobs all night to make me screw her again and again." Sounds like a bad wet dream. You must be a very horny guy. Probably your regular girlfriend is a little frigid, doesn't give you enough ass before she puts you to sleep at night. Don't you think you need a new woman... ?" she asked, placing a hand suggestively on my prick. "A woman that could give you all the sex you need?" He was *getting* all the sex he needed until he dumped. That was on the top deck under a retractable shade.The first and third levels also had a promenade almost completely around it. We were told there were 60 sun-loungers stored below-deck, just waiting for use. The raised part of the yacht comprised 60% of the area of the main deck.There was a main bridge area on the front of the 2nd level and the ‘weather bridge’ was on the very top, in front of the Jacuzzi and ‘Sun-deck’. Barney, or ‘Popeye’ as he was commonly called, said this is where you.