As Sally hung her head closer to Beth’s. A moan escaping from her throat, as she was almost to the point of no return Beth whispered into her ear �... Come for me. Come.” At that moment Sally felt a tidal wave escape from her. Her orgasm so intense she had to lay her head across the top of the chair to bury her face to stifle her loud moans of ecstasy. Somewhere lost between pleasure and reality, she was vaguely aware of Beth speaking. “ Pardon.” Sally asked still trying to recover from her. She is what many men would refer to as a ‘walking wet dream’ and Billy was grateful to have her as his wife.After the wedding she had changed into a pair of blue jean cut off shorts, for the trip, along with a pink tube top and a button down shirt which she tied just below her ample DD breasts. The outfit showed off her toned little tummy while highlighting her nice bubble butt and firm rack. On her feet she wore a pair of strappy high heels which made her mile long legs look amazing and pushed. She waited until she saw the lever move and started climbing again. John Jones stepped out and looked down to see her. He smiled."Hi. I was just talking to your uncle. This is a nice boat you have here." Thanks," she said. Her mind was still whirling. She backed down the ladder to let him come down, and then went back up and onto the bridge. Bob looked over his shoulder at her and smiled."I have a feeling this is going to be one for the record books," he said. "It's going to be a rowdy. I want to make her cum before I fuck the hell out of her. I want to drive my cock deep in her tight pussy, hard, fast, and deep. I want her to take all of my cock, deep and furious. I feel her body tense, her breathing stops, movement stops. I continue to thrust into her hard, grinding my thumb deeper in her ass. I close my fingers, rubbing the wall between her pussy and ass. “ Oh fuck you, you bastard,” she screams. “ Oh god, I’m cumming,” she hisses. “ Damn you, damn you,” she continues. I.