As it happens, I knew Mick quite well. We’d both worked ‘down the pit’ as electricians but got laid off when the Government had a fight with the...Union. We always were fans of the ballet and Mick was one of the best dancers in the locality, if not the county. Tall and perfectly formed, he’d modelled for statues of heroes and Greek gods at art college. His wife, Doris, was the most sought-after woman of her day, she was admitted by most blokes to be ‘bloody gorgeous.’ Their daughter took after. .but get the lads through college first.After the divorce; I accepted a job as a cruise director. The complete break from my past life I thought. Short trips out of Sydney into the South Pacific. I use my position as chief entertainer to entertain...well middle aged ladies...I know my limitations. I just perv on the copious, youthful cruise eye candy.However recently I had a déjà vu moment at sea heading for Noumea. I saw a young woman poolside, with a great tan...and instantly thought. Once Rama has told so the dress from the land lady’s body is vanished and she is standing completely nude before Rama. Her breast has sagged down, nipples are decorated with nipple rings and labia and clit cannot be seen due to heavy bush in the cunt valley.Rama: these un-necessary hair growths hamper easy entry of cock in your sex pot.Now the cunt of the land lady turned into a baby cunt and her clit has come out of clit hood and vibrating also the clit ring is hanging from her clit. The land. I smiled to myself.I put on my robe and went in search of Martin. In the kitchen I found his note GONE FISHING. I frowned. I needed to know how he felt, his thoughts, his emotional state. I needed to talk to him.What would I say when he asked me how I was? The truth. It had been unbelievable. The guys had ignited a fire inside me that had burned bright and even now gave a warm feeling inside. After Martin had left the bedroom, the guys and I had partied hard. They had fucked me over and over.