“What’s wrong?” Tracy asked, suddenly concerned. She looked into his handsome face and saw dismay. “I… I don’t know what’s going on,”...he stammered. Tracy felt him reach down for his penis. It was only at half-mast. He stroked at it, each movement becoming more desperate. Tracy suddenly understood what was happening. The alcohol and recent ejaculation had left Eric spent. With a gentle smile, she loving put her hand over his and cupped his cock in her palm. “It’s okay, Eric,” she said softly.. When Shelly said, “Oh, dear,”, she put her hand over her mouth, which intrigued the other women in the kitchen, who promptly turned around to see why. Leslie started to giggle as the picture became clear to them. They see me, still sitting in the chair, with Leslie behind me. She had an arm wrapped around my chest, and the other reaching down, disappearing into the coat into a rather conspicuous spot.“Leslie? What is your hand doing in Santa's coat?” Shelly asked with a grin.“Oh, just looking. She would sometimes get a little shaky with a new name. Maybe it was the size of the payoff. She’d always been able to scam a few hundred thousand here and a few hundred thousand there. But, this jackpot had the word ‘million’ attached to it. She was hoping that she could retire after this one. She wanted to buy a big house somewhere, live a life of ease, and maybe even have her very own big-dicked pool boy to fuck like her friend Aggie Walker. Maybe it was the warning that Aggie had given her. Between sex and operating the boat, me and the ship's crew's sleep came in naps whenever we had the time. One rule was we never disturbed anyone sleeping. With the engine so close, our bunk compartment stayed nice and warm so I slept in the nude with no fear anyone would disturb me. I made sure that 'my crew' was well serviced when I was awake. In return my pussy was very, very well, 'serviced'. LOL I was a busy Bunny. The only downer on our cruise was the wife. She continued to treat me like.