I started running my tongue gently over her fat clit while burying my nose in her anus. I have to admit, her ass was stank. I could tell she hadn't ...howered since the previous day, and that thong wedged between her butt cheeks on a hot day was doing her no favors. She had the usual, female ass stench that I find so irresistible--sweat, pheromones, and toilet all mixed together. Her pussy was a bit musty as well, just the way I like it. After I tongue-fucked her tight shaved snatch for a. ’ She returned to the omelet. ‘So, if I realized that I had serious designs on you, wanted to have a relationship with you—or more—I should just come back in two years and take my place in line?’ Letting her control slip just for an instant, Susan responded. ‘If you were still interested by then, I’d probably give you a low number—move you up near the front of the line.’ She was back in control again. ‘Hell you don’t even know if I’m any good in bed? Suppose I’m a crappy piece of ass? You make. Against the front of her blouse a narrow bosun’s pipe hung from a cord around her neck. A bowler style hat on her head, which she tipped in Will’s direction. “Danica North,” she said. “First Mate.”Will tipped his hat in return. “A pleasure, Ma’am. Related to this North?”“My husband.” She smiled warmly at Mister North. He put a meaty arm about her shoulders.“She thinks your manifest is hilarious,” North grunted, giving his wife a wry look.“Our master rigger was fit to be tied when she found out. .. they’re students and we’re going to hold school for all eight ... yes Junior ... you, too.”Dismay ... complete dismay.Bea took over, “Okay ... we’re going to single up to a spring.” And she proceeded to explain how and why ... and then demonstrated.Clusterfuck!Eventually ... amid much laughter from the Coast Guard ... they got it done, and I motored us away from captivity. Out the channel and into the mole. Sail was raised ... by hand ... with much confusion and groaning and we sailed.