Chris was pushing back hard against Joans hand. Chis patted the couch next to her motioning me to sit. She then handed me some lube. I looked at C...ris puzzled. "Joan has another hand sweetheart"I lubed Joans free hand. Her fingers danced around my love hole. Felt so good then she started working her hand into me on finger at a time. She worked just slow enough that I was comfortable being stretched. I felt her tuck her thumb in and push for the gold. My ass was clinched around her. Two wispy plumes drifted from Vesuvius across an otherwise perfectly clear sky. Ina Balinski sat in the boat’s austere passenger cabin beside Tracy Tomlinson and her sister Becky, the motion inside wasn’t exactly uncomfortable but any waterborne conveyance made Balinski green, and the foil’s peculiar motion was no exception. She looked at the twins and noted that both still seemed to inhabit some other dimension, they both – to her – appeared transiently psychotic… like schizophrenics fighting. A little sweaty, a little ripe. The night was warm as nights always were and they had no need to dress after their lovemaking. Their youth meant they often needed to join more than once. They wouldn’t be disturbed. Captain Beauchamp, who was Amélie’s only other lover now that Antoine had left the ship, was busy with other pursuits this evening. He enjoyed the pleasures of men and women.Gérard kissed her.“There is news, Amélie.”She stiffened. The news couldn’t be good.“Is Father dead?. “Ken,” he said, getting up and greeting the other man with a strong handshake and an arm around the shoulder. “Great to see you. What would you like to drink?”“Iced tea would be good,” said Ken.“Of course,” smiled Costa, guiding him to a seat. “Siena, some tea. And bring out some bread and a plate of the Gnocchi di ricotta Alonzo said he was making.”“Yes, sir,” smiled the girl, who quickly turned and left.“Sit, sit,” smiled Angelo, gesturing towards a chair. “I can have her bring a menu, but.