." What was he doing darling?" I asked."He was...just... fucking my belly!"My own smaller penis was rock hard in my pants by now as the man grew more ...dominant."Bend over my girl! he ordered "I am going to fuck you! I will plough your fertile field and make a baby in your nice soft married belly!To my amazement, Anita dropped the costume to the floor and stood there naked. She looked so erotic standing there naked before this ugly man. I have never loved her so much as I did at just that. “Other men,” he said. “Not me. I’d like an equal shot at things too, and if women stereotype me, I don’t get that.”“Feminists are stereotyped,” she said. “Men think about women stereotypically all the time.”“Then you know what I’m talking about,” he said. “Why do you think I asked you what kind of feminist you are?”“Asking that sets me up for failure,” she argued. “If I say I’m strident, then suddenly I’m an uncaring bitch. If I say I’m moderate, then you won’t take me seriously.”“You’re. My favorite fantasy was still the first one. Beth Ann spread out, completely exposed, with Colleen sucking her nipples. The sensation was causing Beth Ann to have one tiny climax after another, until Rebecca climbed between Beth Ann's spread legs and wrapped her lips around her clit, sucking like a Hoover.Each time I indulged that fantasy, Beth Ann was the recipient of intense lovemaking. She liked to pump me up, talking about how Rebecca and Colleen want to do me, what they want to do to me. Margarethe pulled the laminated pages of the storm preparation checklist from its place beneath the binnacle, and read it over for the fiftieth time. Crew readiness: sleep, clean body, clean clothes, plenty of food, no sickness, good morale, foul weather gear, emergency lights and torches. Then securing the ship: lifelines and handholds, emergency lighting and power, communication internal and external, first aid supplies, abandon ship articles, removals from top hamper and topside, securing.