Lots of rum & beer. As one might expect, while alongside we were open to the public. I don't recall how it came to pass but I ended up down below in ...he crew's quarters with a "middle-aged" couple, entertaining (okay - I was plying them with beer). They were about 45 years old I think, but they may have been older. Both were rather plain. He was mostly bald, she was heavy-ish. She was also something of a flirt – not so assertive as to piss her old man off but enough to draw me in.We all. He didn’t have the awkward, nervous expression that would suit his age; he had a confident strong stare that seemed self-assured.She felt her pussy flutter.What was that?! Amber thought to herself in shocked embarrassment. She abruptly looked away from his prying eyes.A simple look from that young guy nearly made me cum! she thought in amazement, surprised by the power of her own lust and his attention. She stood there wide-eyed, now looking straight ahead, focusing on nothing, trying to come. Neither of us wanted her to dwell on that maniac and what he’d done to her.“I think we should also stay off the highways,” I mused, thinking out loud. “If the police have your picture – and with that last cop pulling us over just to have a look-see, we have to assume that they do – then we have to keep you tucked away. Unfortunately, and believe me, this is the last thing I want you to do, I think we’re going to have to do something about your hair. It’s just too obvious, the way it shines out. "Jack pulled off the highway and drove through the seedy part of town. Marge sat slumped in her seat frowning, her arms crossed, her chin on her chest. The bump caused by the car pulling into a parking lot caused Marge to look up. She stared through the windshield at the unfamiliar building and then at Jack. He was busy parking the car and didn't pay her any mind.Jack jumped out of the car and ran around to her side. He opened her door and she took his hand. Stepping out, she looked around,.