Her face has become red. I was nervous and went to hall taking to-days papers for reading. My mind is totally agitated. After some time Sister came an... asked “are you not getting ready? Take bat and come”.I took bath and came out. Breakfast was ready. Sister served and I took only less breakfast. She asked “are you not well”. I said “No”. She said” you apply leave to-day, take rest, you are not looking well” How she knew it is her thoughts made me sick. She came and fondly touched my forehead. Her hair was silky black. Her breast large and round. Her waist was tiny but her butt and legs were both round and taut. She took the notice of every man there. She was the only non diver on ship. Everyone else besides her camera man was a diver. She herself was on a story about the dreaded Captain John Spooner and his lost treasure. One who may have disappeared on the island itself who they were confidient they found earlier that day.The Captain stared at everyone on board. He was used to. The sight of her blonde tresses, her blue eyes, her pink-white flesh, herrosy cheeks, and her cherry lips around the base of his monstrous Blackprick enflamed the race-based passion within him, and Clinton,withdrawing all but three or four inches of his massive manhood, shovedanother couple of inches into the shemale bitch's face, grinning as herbaby blues bulged in her face and she looked terrified at the thoughtthat, despite her skills as a deep throat artist, she might be choked todeath. . ‘Memo: Cold coffee worse than hot coffee.’ Weakly, Lauren murmured ‘Thank you.’ Carson leaned over and stole a kiss. Lauren had never been kissed before. His lips felt like two pieces of fish flopping about her face trying to suck her nose off. She sat shocked. She felt herself try and to escape to her panicked place, but she held herself firmly rooted, sapping every ounce of strength. ‘I-I need to get home Carson.’ she stammered looking away. ‘Thank you for the coffee.’ Carson looked puzzled.