Anderson Cole (refer author's note for crew members info) cupping your tits through your white tank top. You barely wore a bra and Mr. Cole's actions ...ere making your nipples hard. You just give him a smile and down your drink. Thinking you gave him permission, Mr.Cole pulls down the tank top in one quick motion, exposing your tits to the rest of the crew. Not that anyone was paying any attention. Ms.Rebecca Cole had just downed her fifth bottle, stood up and ripped her dress so that she was. I was being a bit of a bitch, and he was pointing it out rather nicely. I tried to shift gears. ‘American Abroad. Sorry, we’re not known for manners, I guess.’ ‘I was starting to think you were French. Alright, no more sniping. Do you dance, by the way?’ ‘Yes, but not in five inch heels on a first date. That feels a little too much like Professional Paid Titillation to me.’ He looked me over again, slowly and lingeringly, as we walked. ‘..and if I ask you to very nicely?’ ‘Um… that was an. Marilyns snatch slurps loudly with every stroke. Harold yanks his cock out eliciting a whimper of disappoint from his slut wife and he grabs her hair once again. Stradding her face he pants, Suck your slut juice off my balls whore, and he drops his nutsack into her open mouth. In a hazy daze, Marilyn licks and slurps on his balls sucking her essence of them. The tangy flavor of herself is new and intoxicating. At some point Harolds cock slips back in her mouth and she greedily sucks herself off. ”“Haven’t they?”The precipice collapsed. Gravity rediscovered its will. His chair tumbled into the abyss, smashed to bits on a towering pile of discarded fear. For the first time in so very many years ... all those wasted decades since he’d lost her ... he felt her hand. She was still holding on. Still clinging to a sound, still tasting his memory. Beneath him was a strong foundation of rock. He listened to its solidity until clamor and chaos receded into silence.It’s such a lovely day. When.