The old mastiff had the life. Then again, Sampson probably didn’t have many good years left. He already was having difficulty getting in and out of ...he boat. He was going to miss the old guy when he couldn’t bring him along anymore. David was reminded again of the fact that he kept trying to ignore, that he couldn’t keep this up on his own. He kept trying to block out the ugly mess that had resulted in the departure of his long-time deckhand, Dennis. Dennis had been a good worker for a long. "He sure knows how to give a first kiss." I said almost to myself remembering how I felt before he'd even touched my lips."What? You got Billy to kiss you??" Cleo was laughing, shocked.I frowned. "Sorta. I mean he was, well, yeah. It was a kiss. A light touching of the lips. No tongue choking deep throating kiss, just a whisper of a touch. Nice." Hmmm." What?" I ask impatient."Oh Nothing. Just Billy doesn't kiss."I blinked."Come again?" Nothing, never mind. I'm just rambling..." Cleo dodged."No. I was just watching you try to play pool." "Oh, yeah," she said, with a gleam in her eye, "Why don't you show me how it's done?" "Okay. Why not." he said, and made his way around the bar. Marie got a little excited. Ever since she had clapped eyes on Max she had wanted him. She had tried so hard to get his attention but he just wasn't interested. She had wondered if he was gay, because it wasn't often she was ignored. With her big breasts and tiny waist guys were always coming on to her. She'd. The night was long and strenuous, Kay lost count of her climaxes long before midnight Barry never tired of the enjoyment of watching his wife`s excitement and Ken seemed never to lose hardness or concentration slipping effortlessly from one situation to another.They slept till mid morning, all three in an exhausted heap, they showered, together, Ken forbidding anyone to pass water till they were under the shower, Barry being commanded to drink at least some of both his wife`s and the masters.