Later I came to know that she wasn’t from my country and is from part of Africa. She looked kind of Desi to me because her parents were from the Sou...h of India and then moved to Africa for business. She was born and brought up there.After the exchange of smiles in the staff-bar, I did see her once around the ship. She used to work in the spa which I got to know later.I again saw her in the staff-bar smoking alone in the corner. This time, I approached her and we usually ask everyone how are. I took it, placed it in my hall-way and went back to work.The afternoon dragged on, my study was not going well, and then I heard the car pull up. I looked from the window; my neighbour. The package! I threw on a tee-shirt (when at home alone I tended to wear nothing but a battered pair of sports shots) and headed to the front door. By the time I was out with the package my neighbour (I later found her name was Andrea) was already opening her front door and heading in.I jogged up to her door. " They both than each gave me another kiss, including the use of their tongues and caressed my cock."Now you better go, before we change our minds and want that monster of yours in us again," Helen said giving my butt a little pat. I slipped away from the bed and took a look back at the two young women that I had a feeling were going to hold quite a grip over me."You were right," Shawna said as I started to shut the door. "Charlie is way better than he was." I took that to mean only one thing,. Instead, you lie on the bed and your hand strokes its way luxuriously down your body until you run one finger lightly down between your legs. You tense and gasp suddenly. “I’m so sensitive.” The sight is too much for me. I’m at your bedside in an instant, standing over you. “Let me, please,” I stammer. “I could open my legs and let you fuck me now, couldn’t I?” you tease, “wouldn’t that be good? To feel my tight wetness around you?” You push a finger inside yourself, and your head arches back.