No talking, no hard breathing, no reactions, no resistance: she was the perfect doll and this got him really horny. Bruno unbuttoned his cuffs, then p...oceeded till the shirt was open on his muscles.He took her in the seated position and guided her hands over his beefy body: his abs, his hairy chest, his skin.“Take off my shirt.”The girl’s hands grabbed his shirt and used it to stand up. Then, like a soldier, she slowly removed it, uncovering Bruno’s solid torso.“Boa menita,” which means, “Good. I caught the first spurt, she leaned in and took the rest. Swallowing it, she kissed him, and we all lay back for a minute to relax.Cuddling up to her husband, the wife asked if he would like to return the favor. He was still a bit hesitant, but willing to give it a try. I sat up on the edge of the tub and the two of them came to me. She held him as he bent over and took my cock in his hand, then licked the tip tentatively. She encouraged him to continue, and he took the head into his mouth.. She looked over the stem and saw the trail of their wake become serpentine, pushed and distorted by current and wave and wind.She was in the starboard chair. Matt was on the other side. Their lines were run up on clothespin snaps to outriggers that angled out from the sides of the boat.Captain Elsworth had explained it all to them, a grandfatherly, chuckling grin on his leathery, whiskery face. He'd used a stubby, stiff finger to demonstrate the way a sailfish whapped the bait with his bill to. It sounds like they are going to land in that large clearing toward sundown from us."We gather up our brood and walk toward the clearing that is about 2kms from our camp in the direction of sundown. As we approach we can hear the whine of the engines lessening and then it is suddenly silent. We clear the tree line and there in the clearing is a sight-for-sore-eyes; an extra-atmospheric shuttle of a design I've never seen but, Solara informs me; "Jason it is a type 5 cargo shuttle. There are.