As we made the crossing to Nassau the combination of hangover and rolling seas made everyone uncomfortable. Our second night was at the city marina i...n Nassau. Everyone was a little sea sick so we had a small dinner, for those that could eat something, and went to bed early. The next morning we all felt much better as we fueled up and filled the water tank. We got under way to our first ‘fun destination’, Allans Cay, southeast of Nassau about four leisurely hours by trawler. Allans Cay is a. Both times, I was hunting, knowing that I’d return home at the end of the trip. Both hunting trips had been colder, wetter, and snowier than this trip, yet I had found them exciting, knowing that I would be returning home with pelts and meat that would help my family. This time I was running for my life, unsure what the future held, and had eight other people depending on me.We found a German immigrant with a ferry who was willing to take us across the river and paid a whopping $6.25 for the. On the other hand I had been dripping my juices and my vagina was full of my fluids. I gently increased my rubbing and we both could feel it but could not see it, since my sari was covering his body. He had taken off his pants and underwear but was wearing his shirt. I quietly put my right hand on this cock and was guiding it and rubbing on my pussy lips, gently slapping it with the erect 6” monster.Then suddenly in one fluent motion, I caught his cock, guided it to my pussy hole and I sat. “Not the best place to farm,” I suggested to the sergeant whose eyes were lost in the depth of the ruined hovel.“Poor dirt,” he said, nodding in profound agreement.Whatever the family’s story might have been he didn’t offer more and I didn’t ask. I suspected it was a painful memory. I noticed there were no obvious walls marking the end or the beginning of the tenant’s land, only a small cluster of outbuildings on the next hill indicated other attempts to farm these hillsides. Scratch.