No problem, I took out a cassette tape and popped it into the player. As soon as I pushed the play button the music poured out from the box, and I kne...w that I was in business. For the next couple of weeks, I took my boom box everywhere. I listened in my bunk, when I was working in the galley, and when I would set out on the fantail after I was done with work. My boss, the lead cook, did not mind my playing the box when we were preparing for a meal, but he made me shut it off during the meal. As Sandy had initially suspected, Karen couldn't have been more than eighteen or nineteen years old herself. "How could she stand there so impassively, while this man hurts me?" Sandy asked herself.But there she stood, smiling as she returned Sandy's gaze calmly as if nothing at all was out of the ordinary.Karen has quite a story herself, but I'll have to reserve that for another time. Karen was what one might only politely call cute. She had a semi-pretty face, but was a large girl. Big boned. He didn't push into her, but Marcia felt as though he might have if he was still hard enough. After he spewed what felt like a bucket load of cum into her though, he was too soft to try. Once he let go of her hips, Marcia stood, stretching her back and accepted his embrace as he held her against his chest. Her mind raced with conflicted emotions even as he whispered his love into her ear. When he let go to pull his pants up, Marcia quickly retrieved her own discarded clothing and headed to the. I quietly ask her if she likes what she sees, she nods, I ask her if she has ever tasted pussy to which she shakes her head. I ask her if she wants to, she bites her lip and looks at me. I suggest she taste herself, so she removes her fingers from her crotch, sniffs them and then gingerly licks them. She obviously likes the taste as she sucks her fingers innocently into her mouth licking them clean. Although I am making suggestions to her, she is obviously very unsure of herself but seems.