Work was busy and unfortunately the meeting that had been cancelled in the morning got re- arranged for the end of the day so I’d be late home.Earli...er I’d received a text from Frank asking if it was alright if he popped round with Bill later that night. I agreed of course, but was so busy I subsequently forgot all about it.It was just after 7pm when I got home, as I walked in I could hear noise from the living room and guessed that Chloe was watching a porno.I walked to the living room but. The bilge pumps going to beat the band. Hatches stove, ports ajar. And a Ukrainian Navy cutter, a “diving” cutter ... with pumps and divers and all manner of maritime rescue and repair equipment steaming to the rescue.I looked at Seven.“I assume that’s a yes.”She nodded and the Powers that Be left us.“Chicken!” I hollered. Seven said in my head. “Who? Cyn’s kid?”Well ... Shit!I turned to the ‘Fast Reaction’ boat crew as they boarded with immense pumps and tools.“Need help?” asked the boat. Like that he fucked and in about 5 minutes or so, cummed heavily deep inside her.Arun: “Tora chudte parbi na. Choda chara ja khushi kor.” (You guys cannot fuck her. You guys can do anything other than direct fucking.)They were visibly upset. But anyways they started doing whatever was available. They started getting a blowjob alternatively from her. She was sitting on her toes in front of them.Then Arun suddenly said: “Mimi k chudte gele biye korte hobe. Biye na kore choda jabe na.” (To fuck. Urgent.Once.After that “once”? Crickets. No, not exactly. A message: Had a great time, kitten. Thanks; it was really hot. Then crickets.Did a runaway libido deafen me to what I should have been better attuned? Does a dog whiz on trees? Turned out he already had a playmate whose absence had motivated him to seek attention elsewhere. Unfortunately, by the time I found out, I was already craving seconds. And hating myself for it.The numero uno tartlet might have been fluent in his preferred dirty.