We'll miss Sister to starboard but 123 would rack us up on this ... bump ... can't call it a reef ... a reef is coral."David looked at the chart and t...e compass, He stepped out and hollered at Twin on the helm, "Steer 123 degrees, Twin." He stepped back to the chart table. "What else?" We've been sailing heading into the wind so 123 degrees will be just past close hauled. The Sails will work better ... transmit more power ... if we flatten the sails. Is there something on the end of the boom. The door opened suddenly and the third suite mate walked into the room. The two guys froze in place, and the third guy said “what the fuck” so loud that we though that it would wake Tanya up. Luckily it didn’t. She was still asleep or comatose. I walked up to the guy and explained the situation, that it was my girlfriend, and that we were all giving her a massage, and maybe more. He was into it too and walked over to sit next to Tanya as well, finding room on the coffee table. He started,. I look around at the women I'm sharing thismoment with, immaculately dressed, beautifully made up and surrounded bythe sweet, heady scent of exotically feminine perfumes. I reflect on howit's so natural for me now to automatically observe and critique whatother women are wearing, how their hair and make up are done, even whatscent they are wearing.I turn to face Marie, the closest friend of my wife and I. She isdressed in a fabulous floral print dress falling to just below her knee,revealing. I moaned in pleasure, begging him with my best please-fuck-me gaze to spurt on my tits. I arched my back, trying to press my tits even harder around his firm shaft; Phil grunted and then his cock-muscles tensed and exploded. He spurted, groaning in orgasm, spurting his hot jizz out onto my tits. I felt the long lines of thick fluid spraying over my neck and then over my face; he covered my cheeks with come as he fucked my tits. Then he pulled back a little as he climaxed, spurting it all over.