Luckily her deck - the name we sailors have for the accommodations - was pretty different from the ones on my ship. It had carpet on the floor and the... bunks - or beds - were double stacked instead of triple. But by far the best difference was the table between the two pairs of beds.Kissing furiously again I managed to navigate into the right direction until I felt the edge of that table at my thighs. Then I leaned down and grinned, when she broke the kiss and gasped from the cold, wooden. She was definatly out cold.I got up and quietly went into the spare bedroom where I could see Eamon laid in the bed in a low ghostly light.Taking a deep breath I pushed down the quilt and felt his soft cock. Wow, Id done it. Don't stop now. He came round, drunk and bewildered. I begged him to keep quiet and took his hardening cock into my mouth where it got harder and harder but, unfortunatly not much bigger.Now I had something of a dialema. At some point he was going to cum. What was I going. This former classmate, whom she seemed to have forgotten his name, hurried over and stood beside her in a nervous kind of stumble. As he aproched her he never took his eyes off her massive chest popping out at him. "Hmmm" she said, "I suppose I can interest you in this." she lifted her skirt again to reassure him that indeed she had no panties on. She slowly inserted her finger into her smooth bald pussy, then she removed her finger to bring it up to her lips to suck off the jucies. "Come. “Now I don’t want to hurt you so I’m gonna go easy, OK?” Maggie nodded nervously. With the head just at the entrance of her tingling, wet vagina, Emmitt slowly eased her down. One inch, two inch, then almost all the way back out. Easing her down again, he pushed deeper into her trembling love hole. Maggie’s gasp turned to a moan of pleasure. His hands on her hips, he moved Maggie up and down, each stroke going deeper and deeper. She was so tight and wet he was about to explode, but he knew he.