"A mid-20's guy, about 6 foot, buzz cut and the look of "jock" about him started off. "Hi, my name is John Williams but you can think of me as Captain...Jack of the Free Trader Beowulf."Next was a goth girl who could have been almost any age from 15 to 25, "I'm Yolanda Brown, Chief Engineer Agnes of the Beowulf.The nerd spoke up, "I'm Ryan Federer so you will understand I prefer to be known as Gunner Smith, weapons and cargo officer."A somewhat vapid looking blonde, probably about 20, rounded out. I sensed the guy in my mouth getting close, I nodded to Paul and he came in for a close up. The guy gripped my head and fucked my mouth, grunting as he released his load. I pulled back a bit so I could take it on my face. His input to the party didn't amount to much, it dribbled from his cock head down my chin. I licked him clean as I took another one in hand, and turned my attention back to the other cock. I knew I had Colin in my hand - I could barely get my hand around it. I made a mental. Those amazing little hairs disappear into her bikini bottoms driving me wild. Sometimes just that image of her flat belly and treasure trail cause me to excuse myself from the group at the lake or hot tub. I’m now face to face with the ending point of that trail of hair. This time I got to see where it connects to her tiny landing strip of pubic hair left by the waxing salon. The views of her hairless labia and the inner folds of her glistening pussy are fantastic. The sweet aroma of her. " She said it was true that she had been with a few guys before me, "But, then you, there were no others until after I moved away." I asked about her mother. She said her mother had passed away several years ago, "Breast cancer. I moved back here to take care of her, took a job at Ridgewood and the rest is history." I could not take my eyes off her. "KK…look, I can't call you Katharine, you will always be KK to me," I continued. "How long were you married?" She told me it was almost too brief.