“Listen carefully, I want you to lower your legs down a little but do it gently.” I had taken my hands, wet with pleasure, and positioned them ab...ut 4 inches away from the back of her bent knees.“Yes, Sir, ohh, ffffffuu.” She gasps as she pulls her legs back up quickly once she felt the pressure of the cloth due to my rigging. The look of panic on her face let me know that she did not expect what was happening.“Did I tell you to pull your legs back? Are you wanting to disobey now,” I ask in. As she hugged her friend, she became aware that Lindsay was breathing hot air through Sinead's bikini top onto her chest and it was making her feel very horny."Lindsay, as much as I'd like to stay and help, I REALLY need a wank, so we'll talk more later, OK?" Don't go." Sinead turned to reply to her usually giggly bandmate, and saw Lindsay open her denim waistcoat to reveal a beautiful pair of C-cup breasts. "I'll give you a hand" Lindsay said as she undid the fly of Sinead's jeans and pulled. If anything, its proximity to the deaths of Clark and Beatrice Maxwell made people ready to shake off their grief a bit and live a little. I had no clue, nor did the others, what would come to cast a pall on our wonderful event.We were just done with supper, digesting our food, playing games like horseshoes in the backyard, while the little ones swam and splashed each other in the water, some of us drinking some cold beer or chilled wine, when disaster struck. Robbie looked even more nervous. The general consensus amongst the crew and other passengers was that she had accidentally fallen from her balcony when she was almost incapably drunk.The captain decided not to turn round and look for her. We were in the middle of the Atlantic after all and no-one had any idea when she actually fell overboard, so the chances of ever finding her alive, or even finding her body, were almost non-existent. Me and the rest of the staff of the cocktail lounge had to make written statements to the.