Not her mom. Amanda almost never spoke quickly. I looked at her legs and ass, didn’t get an immediate boner and realized I was either sexually spent... or becoming desensitized. Either way, not good.I nuzzled up behind her and she pointed to what looked like chorizo and eggs in a pan on the stove as well as a plate of bacon. Every now and then she agreed with whoever she was talking to. I had no idea who and it seemed like this might be a lengthy conversation. I poured myself a cup of coffee and. ...The final arrangement was only arrived at after much consultation and combined a rearrangement of accommodation and of the days' routine.The males were accorded individual accommodation but still according to rank; Colin Bolem's bunkroom was rather cramped having been initially a store locker; TJ and Morg were moved each to a once twin bunk cabin which ended up cramped once the hard suit was stored on its stand.The common meeting place was the mess; the female 'lounge' was the fo'c'sle mess. Her eyes were closed. She shivered as the pleasure grew and grew. Soon she was on the boil again."OH CHACHU," she cried in lust.As chachu thrust inward, Selma felt his hairy groin, pressing against her sensitive pink choot. Her clitoris tingled with pleasure as chachu's pubic hair tickled it. Chachu felt his seed rising. He fucked her with short and hard strokes."YÖ.HES FUCK ME HARDER. YÖHES MAKE MINCE MEAT OUT OF MY CHOOT. YÖHES," Selma yelled.Chachu was about to come. He was on short strokes.. ; I pocked his arm again and said “Bobby you awake?” Again nothing, he was asleep. I took my hand and just placed it on top of his hard cock that was coved with underwear. My God, it flexed. I had never felt something that was warn and hard, just felt so fucking good. I gave it a squeeze and it flexed again. He was still asleep. I had to see it. I had to look that that cock that I had dreamed about for years. I slowly pulled his underwear down under his balls. It was Beautiful, 7”.