.” I trailed off. I wasn’t in the mood for jokes.“So, what are you going to do?” he asked. “Spell it out for me. If you can’t handle it in... a three-step process, back to the drawing board.”“1. Get Sam’s father’s number. 2. Call Sam’s father. 3. Ask him to sit down for a coffee,” I said.“Not bad, not bad. He tells you to fuck yourself, at least you made an effort. Then Operation Does Sam Like Me Yes/No Circle One goes off in the background.”“God damn you.” I sighed. “Shit, Max might be able to. It was easy to forget that he was just an under-educated fisherman from a tiny town, way up north in Manitoba. I thought Ingmar had been an awful sure-footed leader, even before this. Even before we started living on yachts and he had openly claimed the role of "captain."Now he was repeating what he'd said before: "Just because I've been running the ship, that don't mean I need to be the leader of the group," Ingmar said. "I think it'll be reasonably easy, keeping the question of the Leader's. \” you son of a bitch…. Ummmmmm. How can u do this\” as she grabbed the sheets? \”Umm ahh ahh OOO OOO OOO I feel high as fuck\” I started licking the wetness around his pussy and sucked her nipples biting them as they turned red and hard.She was moving with tremendous force but the pain n pleasure kept her at bay. I suddenly felt a force of fluid around my fingers as she erupted with cum and I had the fun sucking her dry down there.\”Damn… You… Really are…. Good\” she said trying to catch her. Then you lick your hand before offering it to me to do the same.Next you take my cock and place it back inside you. Slowly lowering yourself on top of me. Looking down at you, you begin to ride me. Controlling every movement. Fast….then slow. Back….then forth. In….then out. Grinding yourself against me. Looking down at me I can see the lust and fire in your eyes. And I know you won't stop until you make me cum.Reaching behind you, you find my balls and start to play with them. Rolling them.