”“Nigga, nigga; nigga cock crave white slut.”This made me mad and I flipped them the bird, but I knew what they chanted; was true.This time on t...e bus, I didn’t cry but smirked at what the little shits had chanted.This went on for the next few weeks.I was no longer offended by their chants.In fact I started to giggle now when they chanted.They could sense it wasn’t offending me anymore, so they tried a new tactic.A few of the elder boys, started standing up and pulling their cocks out; for me. Having heard of Louise's sexual appetite from a friend who had once had a fling with her, only made her hotter (if it was up to her, they would have sex in the morning, during the day and before sleeping. She sometimes woke him up by sucking off him while she was fingering herself.) The second motivating factor was that our destination offered some great beaches, including one where you could go naked if you wanted, and that if you wandered off the main beach a bit, you might even experience. It was a dreary morning, and the pile of work waiting on my table wasn't making the situation any better. But first things first! I tried to cheer myself up, standing in my office, shaking off the droplets from the raincoat, dreaming of a nice hot cuppa. It was my private little meditation, waiting for the coffee machine to warm up, listening to the sound of beans being ground, trying to imagine all the little gears and switches doing their job in precise, military motions. For me it meant. By now, the Felicity Ann was drawing a little closer into view and presumably there would be some action there; Michelle had tacked down a reservation back toward the end of August. It was going to be a little more than they'd paid for the Phoebe Lee the previous year, but not a lot more, thanks to the combination of off-season rates and longer charters.All in all, there wasn't much to comment on about this run; it would be hard to say dull, because they had a particularly good group of.