The booze flowed freely and there was no shortage of food either, but in spite of all that, there was only one thing there that I was interested in an...d that was my gorgeous sister.She was in fine form, introducing me to people, fetching my drinks and generally treating me like royalty. As you know I've always described her as gorgeous or beautiful, but somehow these words didn't do her justice that night, stunning was the only word I could think of to describe her, oh and downright bloody sexy. .. disguised of course as an Orca.Thus ... when the mast was reset and a new and genuine copper kettle100 gallon brewery installed in the turbine room, the tuning crew from Pentwater were flown out to do their magic to the rigging.The Pretty Penny ... having backed in stern first to the submarine railway at the corner of John G Crommelin Road and Ingersell Ave when she first arrived, fired up the RR turbines and motored out past the south end of Ford Island and into the channel. Once clear of. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft which caused him to moan very loud then I took it into my mouth. Bobbing my head on his cock seemed to bring more of a response of this guy. Just like I predicted, in no time he was shooting his sticky cream down my throat. Again, I spat it out and used some gum to hide the taste. Sitting back down on the stall, I looked at my watch. That whole experience only took ten minutes. What was I going to do until then? Then another cock was put through the hole.. In an instant she had plunged herself onto Symon’s cock and began rhythmically riding up and down holding onto his shoulders for support. “Emma!!” was all Symon could utter in complete shock at this sudden interruption. “Oh no! Don’t stop me now! It’s my turn! Sarah shouldn’t have all the fun!!” Emma virtually screamed. “But, but, Emma!?” “Hey buster, no ‘buts’!” Emma gasped as she plunged her hips up and down on Symons crotch. Emma’s breasts were significantly more developed than Sarah’s.