I heard the noise die off some as she sneaked off to the bathroom to talk to me. She was being a bit weird like wanted tell me or ask me something but... wasn’t sure how or if should. I told her just be honest with me and everything be ok. “what’s going on?” she was still bit hesitant but I told her trust that I love her and everything will be ok. We have a rule that not play without other there but if want fuck someone real bad we have call the other and let them know and see if we both be ok. She spent the rest of the day updating all the equipment. Including what she was remotely controlling at the point where they were to meet, well close to it. Smiling she hoped that Baroton was more lively this time than he was the last time she talked to him.The next day the ship landed, an announcement telling everyone that they were there. Donning a holo-projector she walked off the ship looking like a male Grontec. Smiling she knew that the projector made her look huge and bad tempered. More. I still didn't have a story idea that was working, so I opened up the mail message with the web links. The first one was all about men in rubber, gas masks, forced handjobs and the like - just what I'd expected. I sampled the other sites, not finding anything specifically helpful but getting a better appreciation of the field. I went back to the pictures. There was something I was missing, some indescribable difference between "hot" and "erotic." I could look at a picture or a video and feel. Every gooey orgasm was harder and deeper than the next. Rosita closed her eyes and envisioned the river of cheesy goodness hurtling from his loins to hers. Perfection. It all seemed to happen within a few minutes and soon enough, she dislodged herself from her lover. Thankfully, Xavi did not faint this time and took his beating in bed like a man. His battered body was half sunk in the sandy mess but it was alright. The gulls had disappeared and had left them lying all.