I blasted my cumload in her mouth. Xxnx There were three other boats anchored there but still plenty of room for 100 feet of anchor chain. It felt good to be underway again. I held on for dear life as the rain, wind and waves pummeled my boat. The bottom matched: just enough fabric to cover her snatch to keep her from getting arrested. We sat on their aft-deck enjoying our beverages and the calm after the storm. There were three souls aboard: an older man, probably 50; the 20-year-old guy and a smoking hot twat, also in her 20s. Come back.” I grabbed the radio microphone and replied “This is SailorMan calling for Knot Working. Knot Working call for the monohull sailboat. In addition to the increase in wind speed, there was an ominous bank of dark clouds extending all around.
