“Gosh, Sailor. “Did I hurt you?” “Oh, God no, Sailor. Xxnx I’m drinking a standard gin and tonic. Chapter 80: I Fuck A Widow
By the time I arrived at the Captain’s Lounge party, it was already in full swing. All the while we locked in a passionate embrace. So, keep your eye on me, OK? I’ve been drowning my troubles in alcohol and the pot might help my mind escape, even if just for one night. Amanda, that’s awful. It was Wednesday night and it must have been a full moon or something; the place was packed! I was coming up dry. She put her hand there and smeared my ejaculate all around her fuckbox. Very picturesque. If I’m capable, I’ll help in any way I can.” “Would you mind if we got more drinks and went to your boat for that smoke?
