My legs spread apart and held high in the air. He was standing and choke holding me while finger fucking me with his free hand and lubricating my hole...with his saliva, making me groan out loud in pleasure. I kept looking down towards him as he pulled the foreskin back revealing the purple head of his cock. Strands of precum oozed out the pee slit. He turned his head and looked at his buddies they were standing around stroking the bulge in the shorts. "Cute isn't he." I could tell by the look in. Did they do that?Nope.They sent the divers down to patch the through hulls and towed the boat to Eilot, Israel ... at the very tippy end of the Gulf of Aqaba.Why there?Djibouti, Djibouti, wouldn’t have them, Massawa, Eritrea, refused entry, they didn’t try Port Sudan ... too many of the recreational boats needed to provision and refuel, Jeddah, Iran, held the bodies were an abomination before God. The Aqaba, Jordan, Imam said, “Go to the Jews.”Eilot took ‘em.What They did with them ... I don’t. ” She nodded. Her hand running up my chest. “Though not quit as sexy as you would look out of it though.” I shrugged.“Your so bad.” She shook her head and looked up at me.“Just saying." I grinned and she gave me a playful swat. She leaned in close raising herself up a little on her toes. Her large soft mounds pressing against me.“Play your cards right and you just might find out later.” She whispered in my ear and kissed my cheek.“Still want to go to the after party at Steven's place?”“I think. "It was Walt who started them off. "Ninety-nine bottles of beer on thewall, ninety-nine bottles of beer-eer, if one of those bottles shouldhappen to fall..." Ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall!" Phoebe chimed in, and Marcia,shrugging, surrendering to the inevitable, added her voice to the mix.They got it down to sixty-three bottles, their voices already wavering.At least, sighing, Phoebe offered the observation that it wasn't nearlyas much fun as it looked like on television. "It's really.