"He looked up, an automatic protest rising to his lips. "The name is Mister Jackson..." But the boy was already turning away, heading for the water fo...ntain or the john."You wanted to see me, Mister Craddock?" Come in, Sam. Sit down." The pink jowled face was serious. Even the bald dome of his scalp seemed to reflect the light in sharply uncompromising gleams. "You're two weeks behind on that Fowler Fabrics promotion, and you're not doing any better on it than you did on the last two jobs I. How long have I been sleeping? Are you coming back soon?’ ‘You have been out for two or three hours. I will be back in a little while,’ Angel replied. ‘You still sound a little out of it and I don’t want to spend my wedding night lying beside a passed out, groggy husband. Dan promised to give me a personal tour of the ship! Isn’t that nice of him? Feel better honey, don’t wait up, bye.’ Great! Not only was I sick, dizzy and incapacitated, but my wife was out living it up with one of the ships. ”“Wha-wha.”“Yes Andrew, I will not slip my hand under your speedos. Oh, one more thing, no kissing or touching each other’s chests.”Poor Andrew is in no condition to argue as my hands are rubbing the head of his cock and tracing the outline of his long rigid shaft. With my legs slightly spread, I feel Andrew push the fabric of my bikini bottom with his finger. The fabric slips between the pink folds of my very wet pussy and his finger slides up to my stiff clit. I trace my nails down Andrew’s. She could feel her pussy dampen with the actions of Cassie. Her legs spread slightly, feeling the cool breeze between her hot thighs.She looked down at Cassie, as she sucked her nipples, savoring the sexy sight of this beautiful woman straddling her, and just beyond on the small outcrop of rocks she saw her. Hidden in amongst the rocks was the figure of another woman, a dark skinned woman, her long dark hair plastered over her glistening skin, her white dress accentuating the darkness of her.