For quite a number of years the aircraft type used was a Focker F27 - the Focker Friendship)(Note 2: Bass Strait is the passage between mainland Austr...alia and the island state of Tasmania, and is well known for its windy and rough seas!)Mario, a recent immigrant to Australia from Italy, decided it was a nice day to go fishing in Bass Strait. However, after a few hours he noticed his boat was starting to sink. He gets on the radio to call for help:MARIO: "Mayday! Mayday! Mya boat, she issa. Gave me love bites all over my body. He made my entire body go red. He bit me on my shoulder, chest, everywhere. He moved his tongue on the foreskin of my cock and I was skipping heart beats, it made me go mad.He took my cock in his hands and gave it a few awesome jerks. I stood up and leaned on the bonnet of the car with my tummy on it. He bent on his knees and started licking my ass – hole. He rubbed my ass tightly with his both hands and widened my legs making my hole more exposed. The cold. “Stand up,” I said walking back into the living room.“What…”“Sshh.” I hushed him. “Please stand up?” My voice was weak and I really wished it had been stronger.He stood, looking at me quizzically.I walked over and got down on my knees.“What are you…” He started.I didn’t answer. I started pulling at his belt.“Ashley,” he said. “You don’t have to do that.”“Yes I do.” I said truthfully, unzipping him and sliding my hand into his boxers. I felt him jump when my hands touched him, but he didn’t pull. Then his head too jerked back, his mouth, trailing strings of cum and spit, shouting out his orgasm, as he tossed himself off. At last the ecstasy subsided, and, trembling, I sank to my knees facing him. We just looked at each other for a moment."Wow!" I breathed"Wow!" agreed Tom. There was a gob of cum about to drip off his chin, so I darted out my tongue, and licked it off. Then I licked all his face, like a mother cat washing her kitten, and Tom started purring, which made us both giggle. We.