Still, we could tack reasonably quickly with only thirty-two men. Thirty-five including the helm, the lookout, and the officer managing the evolution....If they all knew what they were doing. And the wind wasn’t too strong. More men on the lines would be better, both safer and faster. More men up on the yards would mean faster furling, although it wouldn’t make showing the sails any faster.We had enough men to do the job. We even had that many men in each of our two duty sections. Granted, when we. Donald slowly pulls his fingers and cock from Emma as she lays wheezing from this finale. They both can almost hear an audience giving a roaring standing ovation for the conclusion of the play they have performed.When both get their breaths back, Donald suggests that they take a warm bath before anything else. Emma stands as he pulls her to her feet and follows him to the bathroom, hand-in-hand.Bathing, her between his legs again, they do not talk at all, just gently caress each other as they. She smiled and sat on the bed beside me, looking at my own expanse of bare thigh on display, 'You guys been having fun'?It turned out that Alise, was the sex tourist guide, she was the one who helped organise these events, and for a moment I felt a little envious of her job, and a lot more once I heard what she had to say.'I want to arrange something very special for my girlfriend', I said the Alise. 'What did you have in mind', she replied, to which I said, 'A Cum Bathing'.Alise sat still as. His kind seemed to recuperate a bit faster than we, but his body still wasn't functioning at par. And it was clear, especially from the shared impressions my mind had gleaned from him, that our talk had taken a lot out of him.For my part I had a lot to think about. Part of me was already questioning the wisdom of what I'd suggested to him, and was clamoring for me to break my just-given vow and turn him in. But I shoved that part quickly under the rug, and mentally stomped on it a couple of.