If there was time, people could ask questions; but we had established that it would be better to do what they were told first and ask why after (eg. �...�Stop the engine!” “Why?” “Too late, you’ve just killed a turtle” OR “Stop the engine” [engine into neutral], “Why did we do that?” “Look at that, those turtles are quite rare”). Cheryl was the bursar, financier, whatever. As the most ‘mature’, mother of two of the crew and indirectly the person who paid (actually Kevin did, but you get the point),. When reality came back to me, I let go or her beautiful penis and just took a good long hard look at her perfectly bare private parts. I looked so long that I burned the image into my brain. When I finally let her dress go back down, I looked up at my mom for some kind of answer. When she couldn’t say anything I just got up and left and went home.While I drove home, I could not believe what I had discovered. The image of Virginia’s perfect penis was stuck in my head. It was turning me on. She feels herself smiling back. It feels different - good - to be lusted after by someone who clearly likes her. She even finds herself playing with her tits when he asks her to, her little hands dwarfed by the heavy globes she’s handling; so big that she can easily lift one at a time, drawing her small pink nipple up to her mouth and licking it as he watches. Underneath her his cock is getting rock hard; she can feel it expanding underneath her swollen dripping pussy. It feels frighteningly. It was the couple from the ferry. I didn't have time to think ofanything else before she started speaking again as she appeared at thefoot of the bed."I think you made the dose too big, Sarah. It's been nearly five hoursnow and she's obviously still somewhat groggy."I still didn't get it. Who were they referring to? I hadn't heard anyoneelse in the room although I couldn't see very much with my head burieddeeply in a rather soft pillow.So, mysteries! Why was I lying on this bed? Had I had an.