The passport was almost ten years old so that meant the photo was the same vintage. That might explain to a curious government official our somewhat d...ssimilar appearance, plus the salt water had blurred the picture. Our height was the same at six feet one inches, although the man on the bed on the Concordia was almost twice my size. My appearance could be explained by a recent commitment to diet and exercise. Before I made a decision, my engineer brain told me I needed more information about. "Oooooh," he sighed. Then "Agh," as she pushed it right back in."That's my boy," she cooed. "Take it all in."He just let out a long moan.She squirted another dollop of lube onto her second finger, rubbing it between finger and thumb while her first finger remained imbedded within him.He knew what was coming, knew that he should just relax and take it. Knew that fighting it would only make it hurt. But he couldn't help himself. He tensed up. Fighting her finger. Trying to push it out. "Now,. My nose burrowed into that soft, curly red pussy hair. The swim had not washed away the aroma of an aroused pussy. It made my cock even harder as it throbbed in anticipation. I thought that soon my cock would be eating her cherry.Virgin pussy, two in one day, that had only happened to me a couple times in my life. I restrained my lust to be gentle as I tasted her delicious virgin pussy love juice. My tongue found her little shy clitoris and brought it forth from its protective hood. My hands. I heard the shower turn off and turned on the dry ice machine. In no time, the bedroom filled with soft white clouds. I tossed my shirt and jeans aside and pulled on the silky white boxers I'd chosen for this night and then I lay back on the bed to await my angel.I heard Missy gasp when she opened the bathroom door and saw the dry ice cloud filling the hallway. She looked like an angel as she walked slowly toward me. I could see her body outlined by the kitchen light. The soft white negligee.