I looked into the galley and found only Katherine and Mari. Both were at the table having foo-foo drinks and I asked where Anna was. I didn't need her...underfoot of maintenance. That just pissed them off."Your room," Katherine said."Cabin." What?" On a ship, they are called cabins. Like hatches, not doors." And floors are called decks," was Mari's input.Katherine frowned. "That's dumb." That's ships," was my answer.I went to my cabin and found Anna with her hands on her hips and a disgusted look. The farmhad about four thousand adult women and carried four teams.None of them were bad, some of the women were very good, and theydidn't make it easy, but even with a light coating of rust and notbeing in perfect soccer shape, I won my Beaver shirt.It had been a light practice that morning for the late afternoon gamewith Club Mongoose, a mix of married women and a few singles who playedwith the club rather than for their house. Overall, they were slightlyolder than us, most being in their. Both men stripped and Harry being the self appointed leader climbed onto the bed and rammed his hard cock balls deep into Ethel. She grunted and started to cry. This was not making love this was just hard brutal fucking. She had never had anyone do this like this before. This was hate fucking. As for Harry this was only the second time he had ever fucked a woman. Ethel's tits bounced and Harry dug his nails into them and twisted causing her to cry out in pain. As Harry fucked he thought we are. . don't you?" the cameraman said. "MMMHHHMMMMMMM" Nikki moaned with the long black cock still buried deep in her mouth. That was a loud moan, I thought, I wonder how wet she is right now? I'm sure shes soaked. I looked down and noticed I was hard as a rock. I pulled out my dick and started jerking it. "Her husband likes watchin her suck that big black nigga dick too!" the cameraman said, and they both laughed... and so did Nikki, who turned and looked at my hard dick in my hand. My relatively.