“He’s not really your brother, is he?” she inquired conspiratorially.“How did you know?” I asked, amused.“I just don’t see the resemblan...ce.”Her eyes lingered on mine and we both broke into smiles. Her lips were so red they filled my mind with an array of naughty thoughts.“Do you have siblings?” I asked, lifting my gaze to her emerald eyes.“Seven. You?”“No,” I replied, gently shaking my head.Christian came in just then carrying a tablet with glasses and a decanter of brandy. He looked pleased. After a couple of hours one of the men put his cards on the table announcing he needed to piss. Henry told him to wait and called me over, whispering something in my ear. My mind went suddenly blank and I dropped to the floor on my hands and knees, crawling under the table to the man who had spoken up. As I crawled up to his wide open legs I reached up and undid his pants, reaching in and pulling out his cock. I quickly took it into my mouth and began to suck gently, the taste of sweat coating. And she doesn’t really have long tanned legs, but she makes up for it with thick thighs and a plumpest of bubbly asses. Her entire body is accented by the fact that she’s extremely curvy. Standing at a sexy five – seven, her thirty-four – twenty-four – thirty-eight figure makes her look like a goddess. Every guy that sees her immediately nuts their undies right then and there. She’s even made me spontaneously bust a nut a couple of times. That’s part of the reason she and I get along so well.. ”“It’s really good,” Betsy said.She rubbed the chilled glass across the bare skin of her upper chest. Since her eyes were looking down at his crotch, she had a good idea of how he reacted, but didn’t correlate that to her actions with the glass. She was just happy that he was pleased to see her.After taking a calming breath, Chuck asked, “How was your week at sea?”“I tagged three sharks,” Betsy said.“I guess that’s good,” Chuck said.Betsy said, “It is good. The tracking tags are working.