My girlfriends and I had dressed to the nines. I was wearing a black skirt with high boots, leaving my legs bare around the knees and a silk blouse. M...y red hair was done up in pigtails that Sarah had given them to me as a kind of joke before we went out, but they actually looked really cute.Men were all over us from the beginning, but I got the most attention. Several times, a guy would stop short when he caught his first glimpse of me, his jaw would drop a little and his eyes would get that. Yes, of course, at thatmoment I closed it down and deleted it right away - not! I scrolleddown and there must have been 20 photographs, all of outstandinglybeautiful girls. Blondes, redheads, Asians, black girls - allabsolutely gorgeous. I knew what Lady Boys were. My elder brother hadgone on a rugby tour a couple of years before to Australia with astopover in Bangkok. He had come back with stories that made my hairstand on end. One story in particular had stuck in my imagination. Oneof the. His backimmediately sprang up in response, and she slowlywithdrew her mouth as her tongue trailed his length.Again he moaned, this time louder, perhaps too loud forhis own good. Lisa knew the door was unlocked, and under othercircumstances she would have grown all the more excitedat the prospect of someone walking in on them, but ithad been too long for her since her last good fuck, andshe didn’t want to be interrupted before she’d cum.Perhaps too ensure their privacy, perhaps. He showed on deck briefly, content to see Mr. Chalk overseeing the disassembly of the top hamper. A lighter was alongside, loaded with the first replacements for their topgallant and royal masts. Tony had the carpenter come and inspect the wood, much to the displeasure of the dock official who was supervising the lighter. Indeed, one of the royal masts had a fissure all along its length, and the angry dockyard man had to take it back.After a hurried breakfast, Tony took over the supervision.