Just make sure that you remember that fact, *Mr. Webb*,” she murmured against his mouth. “I will, *Mrs. Webb*,” he replied softly, and pulled he... lips to his for a long ardent kiss. She responded eagerly to the kiss, her lips parting to the gentle brush of his tongue. His tongue probed deeply within her mouth, with slow, exaggerated movements that stroked and caressed the velvet of her tongue. As the kiss deepened, a first flush of heat poured over her body, and she shuddered in delight. His. Then... Then what? I have a dim memory of a vibration. My feet vibrating. Not like an earthquake, much faster, like standing on a tuning fork. And then... Nothing... Well, not quite nothing... I have vague memories of clicking noises..." What?" Trying to awake. Being driven almost awake by clicking noises and not quite making it. I don't know... It could just be my imagination..." That sounds weird. Spooky. I have nothing at all like that memory." Rebecca spent the next minute just staring. “You set this up, Baby. You let them all **** me.” She whispered breathlessly. “You gave me to them.”“No, Baby.” I said. “They just came along and took advantage of us. I really didn’t set it up.” When Ronny finally spunked inside of her, he let her go and she washed her pussy out in the surf. It was getting late and I was picking up our things, when Fred nervously asked me; “Hey, you had a good time, didn’t you? You’re not going to call the police or anything, are you?” I looked. She certainly had no intention of doing that, but she new it gave them all more confidence.The Captain had worked out the berthing arrangements with Amy who decided the simplest and least obtrusive way was for Allison and her children, Kathy and Nathan, to take one stateroom, and she and the girls would take another. That way, the crew members would not have to move out of the staterooms they were occupying. There was a crew bunk compartment where they could have moved, but that would have.