.. nope ... bucket!! And I was head deep in one. Evidently, I hollered the "BUCKET!!" It wasn't really a bucket ... it was what hospitals call an emes...s trayBetween URPS, I said, "Fix the bed," and that didn't get immediate results. "Fix the damn bed!!" Someone needs to pay attention. "The bed needs to move like the boat!!"Someone I couldn't see did something and the cabin stopped moving. I mean ... it was still rocking and bouncing but so was I."Oh god, that was like sitting in a swing with my. I laid down above her and kissed her. We french kissed, at the same time pounding her pussy. Now she said she wanted to sit on top of me. We changed positions and she sat on my tool. Her hole was kissing my tool and it went in smoothly. She increased her speed and was going in good rhythm. Her orgasms came in between and her pussy was leaking continuously.After about 10 mins, I got up and made her kneel down in front of me. Her ass was inviting me to make love. I started licking her from her. Even worse, to her utter shame, she could feel the heat starting to build between her own moistening thighs. Still, to this point she had managed to keep on her royal blue one piece bathing suit and plaid boy shorts, even adding a discarded t-shirt for extra protection. She had looked for escape, but the other girl she had arrived with was currently sprawled in a chair as one of the football team nuzzled her pussy through her increasingly wet bikini bottoms. For what seemed to be the twentieth. Vixen shuddered when she recalled the big, handsome man putting his pistol in his mouth.Cal, her roommate for two years, had transferred to a Big Ten school with a world-class swim team. Jim, the art student she had initiated and taught bedroom gymnastics had disappeared. In fact the only dependable lovers she had left were the dean, for a steamy coupling every Friday, and Jim Morris, the art teacher with whom she had spent a satisfying weekend at Cape May once she broke him in. She had not.