Dawn broke the sea flat calm; gulls wheeled and cried overhead, the prospects of a fine day as the motor yacht made fine progress.Breakfast served on ...bed trays by a male steward, who`s expression remained unchanged, despite them sitting naked to the waist against the headboard her breasts in full sight. Brady nodded at the departing mans back and muttered that “the man must be gay!” they laughed, ate, then both dressed in two of his track suits they went on deck. She had time to look around,. Want another beer? he says to me , sure do I reply back. We've been out for about 30 mins or so ( 4 beers later) and I keep getting small looks at his cock that now is hanging partly out of his shorts, This is sending me into crazy thoughts on how to get his cock in my mouth and ass, the whole time I was lost in a trance he was talking to me, I didn't even realize what I was doing. HELLO! he said loudly are you there? What? oh hell sorry dude I was thinking, about what? he said.Well to be. After shutting the bedroom door, I heard one of those drooling perverts say, “I should have grabbed bhabhi’s ass..”What came over me, I don’t know. But after half an hour, I had had enough of my stupid husband and his drunkard friends. I put on a t-shirt and cotton track pants and rushed outside the bedroom.I was about to barge inside the balcony when I heard that the topic of discussion was my body! Remember folks, that these men were nicely drunk and had no sense of manner left in them. I can feel silk and satinrustling, I can feel my veil floating gently in the breeze, as mycheeks are caressed by the silk lined hood I am wearing Everything isblack I can not see anything. My penis is straining against the cachesex. I feel yet another blast of pleasure from the invader in myrectum. My locked posture is pushing the bullet further up my passage.I must look incredible. Dressed in full bridal wear, white hood over myhead. Very much alone on the back of a cart before being hanged.I.