"Hello Brandy." "Did you read my diary, baby?" "Yes." "Do you know what I did in this outfit?" I slid onto the couch and rubbed my silky thighs toget...er in the air. "You've come a long way since you stepped on this ship, Brad." "Do I look like a Brad?" I pouted. "No, Brandy, you don't." He stood over me. I sat up so that I was eye level with the zipper on his pants. I reached out with two long painted nails and pulled the zipper down. I pulled his pants and boxers down and his erect cock. When he looked at me, I put the smile on my face that Linda taught me and he practically gasped out my name. “Sandy, you are fantastic at blow jobs! Please don’t stop.”I waited to be sure he was watching and I lowered myself even further down on his huge cock. It was so wide it was stretching my lips and jaws to take more in my mouth, but thanks to my “practice”, I kind of knew what to expect. As I took another inch in my mouth, I could feel the urge to gag as his cock started to hit the back. Now, Otto was blowing their savings trying to impress the young girls that clung to him like leeches on sweet-tasting skin sucking him dry in more ways than one.She realized far too late that she should never have allowed her Dad to drive the car when he was drowning his sorrows making the rounds of the sad little bars and taverns that reeked of cigarette smoke and the odor of stale beer. In a way, she could understand his need to smile and greet the other sad people that sat mostly in silence. Ken sighed and shrugged his shoulders."It's your cum. You do what you want with it," the other boy said quietly.Damn them! Anna said to herself excitedly as she dabbed her crotch dry with toilet paper. She flushed the toilet, then walked into the bedroom and climbed into her bed."Ready?" Anna asked as she ground her ass-cheeks slowly together and ran her fingertips over her stiffened nipples."You want this dick, babe?" Ken asked as he walked up to her face and dangled it inches away from her.