I was close enough that I could stick my tongue
out and with a little bend of my neck was able to run it up her slit and
touch her clit. Things are different 50 miles out in the Gulf. xxx sex Kathy went on to
say that she hadn’t planned for things to work out the last trip like they
did. We went in one after the
other. But this time things
were different. Glenda was moaning and crying
and I could tell she was near a climax herself. She must have really been
feeling the effects of the Tequila because her legs were
uncharacteristically spread showing a bald completely shaved pussy to the
whole world. Seems Kathy had forgotten to tell her about the hatch window
and the fact that she had opened the curtain. We each in our own way
gave Glenda her last chance to back out, reminding her that I was Captain
of the boat and if she wanted to come back before Monday afternoon she
would have to swim. I told her to relax and though I could tell she was trying, it
takes some unnatural control to do it. Since that time things had gone along back to normal.
