A group of roustabouts and two mates manned the skiff, rowing slowly through the carnage, looking for survivors. After more than an hour, they found o...nly two, both unconscious. The man was draped over a group of barrels lashed together and the woman was lying on what appeared to be a cabin door that had managed to remain in one piece.Captain Judson maintained just enough way on the Irish Princess to keep her nearly motionless, head on into the current, while he waited for the skiff to return.. He was someone entirely new, someone no one could judge. And Abby… She was something else. We were all nerds and losers, and had at first thought we couldn’t handle even talking to girls. Not to mention Abby was a great athlete, both a track and field star and a gymnast. Somehow, she found time for video games alongside all that. Without that shared interest, we never would have been able to say a word to her.But this was our senior year. We’d all been swamped prepping for college, working to. She would even discuss the intimate things she would do with her boyfriend.Like, how they would kiss and how much they would fuck each other brains out. Listening to this, even I would masturbate simultaneously. But I was badly craving for real action. Since she was already in a beautiful relationship, I didn’t want to be the villain in their love story.Coming back to the main story, after our time together at the pub, we started heading back home. First I had to drop her at her place. On the. "I'm gonna to fuck your wife in the asshole while all these people watch. Would you enjoy that, little man?" He said yes. and I told him to call me sir. He nodded. But as I put the head of my cock up against the nub of her tight little starfish of an asshole, I got an idea."You can join us, little man," I said. He seemed happy about that."I want you to stick your tongue in my asshole while I fuck your wife in hers."The husband nodded. The bartender uncuffed him.People were really getting into.