“Oh, Gods, that is so wrong.”“But feels so good,” I moaned as Cú Mheá hammered away. He rammed his dick so hard and fast into my cunt. He re...med me. My pink hair swayed about my face as my pussy drank in the rapture of being filled over and over by his wooden prick. “Yes, yes, yes, pound me!”Cú Mheá barked. His forelegs gripped my side. His hips pounded me, ramming that thick cock over and over into my snatch. My feyhound fucked me with such energy, holding nothing back, just eager for his. " Smiling, I said, "I agree. An orgasm can't possibly be given a quantitative value. By definition they're all wonderful, so all three of us have to be winners." "Our accountant speaks." Amy was laughing. Mel grinned. "And we're both smart enough to never argue with an accountant, so a draw it shall be." Amy said, "Mel I hate to do this to you, but it's 12:30. You're scheduled to entertain Mark Raymond in thirty minutes." "You're right, I'd better go shower." Mel gathered up the two towels. "Good enough to steel Christmas," I replied."Ah yes,, the Grinch who stole Christmas," he repeated. Well you want to babysit the cargo, or go on deck and watch for pirates?" he asked."Why don't we do two hour shifts then switch," The Brit nodded his approval. I took my untested AP4 and went into the hole of the ship. I found a comfortable place to sit among the ten wooden boxes. I rested the AP4 on my lap and went to sleep. Well I dozed off and on till my two hours were up.On the deck I went. “Good afternoon, Dante,” I said. “How can I help you?”Penny rolled her eyes. She’d heard this conversation on Tuesday, and I’d told her about the one from Monday as well.“I’m having trouble e-mailing a document from my Mac to the PC,” he said.“Did you speak with either Barbara or Zeke?” I asked, beginning the dance that we’d already done twice this week.“No. When I have trouble with a company, I call the person in charge.”“Let me have you talk to Barbara. She’s available and she knows the.