So this was the final step and I could moveon with my life.I don't know why, but I had been nervous about Tina coming to pick upher things at my apart...ent. I had cleaned it thoroughly, twice. Arrangedeverything just right, even bought her favorite liquor, just in case shewanted a drink. I took a shower, shaved, and put on a nice pair ofslacks and dress shirt. Somehow it felt like a date, even though I knewit wasn't. I was pretty sure, she get her stuff, say a few things and begone in a couple. She winced... "Racket." Andrea then looked at the crew. They were going about the general day to day cleaning ... a polish soaked rag squeaked as it was wiped against a bit of brass. "You've got them wearing hobnailed boots." The crew was in deck-shoes. "Please, David. If you love me ... stop. I'm dying here." She moved an arm and her survival suit flapped ... she threw her hands to her ears...David looked at Andy..."Hungover?" Oh God!"The boat rose on a freighter wake and tilted forward as it. She serviced the three guys in front and others waited for their turn in the driver's seat. I watched my lovely wife getting fucked by half dozen guys with several others watching and enjoying the scene.At one point she stopped sucking and said she wanted to mount someone. In a microsecond someone was beneath her and the circle of guys closed in around her. It was very nasty to watch her being serviced by two guys and her giving head and hand jobs to two guys on each side of her. She was. ’ As Miss Rose speaks, she slowly pushes 2 of her fingers inside her gorgeous folds. Her soft pink lips hang slightly open, dappled with warm honey. Ashley’s vision is blurry from exhaustion, but she becomes hypnotized by the sight in front of her. Overwhelmed by the smell of Miss Rose, her body, her soaking pussy, her pink asshole. Like hours earlier, Miss Rose gently finger-fucks her cunt, inches from Ashley’s face. One hand in her pussy, the other, perfectly rubbing her clit. Ashley’s mouth.