I didn’t look back and entered the toilet and started masturbating loudly spelling her name. She recorded it from SHE toilet room(she told me later ...about this). Days passed and I decided to leave the company as was disturbed because of her. It was my near to my last days in the company and she was sad that I’m leaving and wanted me to stay and work. But I didn’t listen to her. My last day in the company arrived and we decided to meet after my log out due to different shifts. She agreed and. I release her then have her to stand over me, the honey yellow skin ever perfect, lean thin muscle framed this farmer girl. Dark red hair and yellow eyes specs of tan and brown, she moaned so lightly as I touched her red pubic hair that trailed to her wanting treasures in a single straight line. As if it were an arrow pointing you in the hot furnace of love. Beautiful tones of yellow and sun kissed brown skin overlapped each other as I sit in the warm water looking up into heaven. I. Last week however there was another Bayeron ship in port; a new type I’ve never seen before. She was a motor ship and called in for fresh food and water. Only had a small crew to her but we had a couple of the officers in my place while she was here and they were a bit more free with their tongues once my girls got to work on them. They wouldn’t say what their destination was but their cargo was interesting. The whole ship was one big tank it seems. They carried nothing but a large quantity of. This time my dress caught more attention mainly because during dancing it moved up and I had to pull it down all the time, which I neglected more and more with the result my pussy was peeping all the time, whenever I did dancing or even sitting moves. I gave the impression I did not notice but actually I liked the guys gazing at my private part. The Spanish girl came also near me to dance and I joined her to become better friends with her, had another drink and some chit-chat. I did not want to.