A bit woozy. Close to nausea. Nick was around next to her. Very concerned. How close to disaster, probably metres? Life defined and lived by margins. ...How close to something going really wrong? But he focused on Mel.“Hey let me look in your eyes and take a few deep breathes...we are okay...it’s all okay.”A few deep breathes and Mel realised she was okay. He neck would stiffen up and cane latter. But right now she was okay. She had that heightened sense of being alive in that immediate instance.. A.J’s hands are quite soft and his fingers are shorter and thicker than Steve’s long fingers, which are rough in texture due to his work. A.J likes to slide his fingers around my pussy entrance back to my puckered hole, where Steve loves to tease and fondle my clit. As I am snuggled in between them both I can smell their particular smells. Steve is a smoker, and while I am not a big fan of smokers, his smell seems to add to his aura of his rugged biker personality. A.J’s smell is completely. Not a day has gone by after Nick’s death that Greg has left my side. It’s sweet and loving but I know that he needs his friends, a girlfriend and honestly I need for him to have those things. I crave normalcy and Greg’s happiness is all that I can think about. His normal life is what keeps me sane. Greg reminds me of his father in so many ways, there are times when I am sitting near him I smell his father and hear his father in his voice and it bothers me because I want his father back so. “No, three of a kind!” Frej countered.I turned and saw him pointing to my mom’s jeans. There was a rip in one knee where her long underwear showed through.“Yeah, it ripped when I climbed up to the bridge the first time,” she explained with a little laugh. “I guess we’re not quite as salty as you are, Frej!”I rubbed my shin as I went about tying off the lines while Frej killed the engine. In short order, we’d pulled the coolers to the dock and closed up ship.“We will not be able to squeeze into.