I mean, entertainers who are just starting out go through all sorts of shit and smile and endure it to the end, all in hopes of getting their One Big ...reak. Somehow what I did was worse than if I had whipped out my old Johnson and pissed in his mother's lap."Jesus H. Christ, Wilbur, you done ruined my life and Emily is going to shit a brick when she hears. You ain't no true and sensitive artist like me and Emily, so you just don't understand. Oh shit oh dear, I am ruined for life."Connie came. “Aaahhh… yesss baby… mumma’s dreamed of getting fucked by you too beta…” she said, enjoying his every thrust. Neither of them wanted to shed their respective salutations. Suresh addressing as Savita mom and she addressing him as beta added to the kink and turned them on even more.“Ufff… fuck me beta… fuck you mom’s pussy… ummmaaa… ummaaaa…” she moaned between kissing him.Soon the semi-understandable sentences gave way to incomprehensible gibberish. Mother and son were speaking a language of. "Great stuff, Beloved," I said, kissing her back before correcting our course. Okay, I could have engaged the autohelm, but steering kept me awake. We'd covered just over a hundred and fifty miles in our first twenty-four hours. She came out to take over for me while I went below. She'd put a damp cloth on the table to stop the plate sliding and the coffee jug was in the sink. Breakfast was excellent; there's nothing better than a cooked breakfast when you've been helming a yacht since five in. “Deal,” I said. Chester began clearing the stalls belonging to the boarded horses. Many of the ranch’s customers wanted their horses inside, especially in the winter, some in the summer too. We left our horses outside unless it got to -20 or below. I put on the coffee in the small barn office and went out to give Chester a hand. He was a good kid from Montrose, Colorado who had spent most of his short life on his family’s ranch. He grinned when he saw me take the wheel barrow full of hay.