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I’m not an exhibitionist. In fact, I’m a little shy, especially when it comes to public sex. I was trying to figure out what to do when a soft voice next to me asked, “Would you please help me get down to the lower foredeck?” I turned and Glenda, the Good Witch of the North, was standing petite next to me. The costume was masturbation perfect and she even had the high-pitched voice and giggle exact. “What do you mean?” I asked. “I can’t make it down the ladder,” she said sweetly. On a ship all stairs are called ladders, but the one from the upper deck to the open lower foredeck was truly almost a ladder. Unless you were really agile or limber, you had to turn and go down it backwards. “If I try to go down backwards, like you are supposed to,” she said, “my skirt catches on my heels in the back.” Pointing at the ladder, she continued. “And if I pull my skirt around from the back, it twists everything up in the front so it will tangle my feet or cause me to step on my dress amateur and the ladder at the same time.” “What do you want me to do?” I asked, trying to be as helpful as I could to this blond, blue-eyed beauty. “If you could go down before me,” she said, “and lift the back of my skirt so my heels don’t catch, I can get down the ladder.” She smiled and added in her silvery voice, public homemade “Then you can join me for a drink while we watch the waves sparkle in the moonlight.” I nodded my agreement and headed for the steep stairway. I went down and then turned around. She was at the top of the ladder. I had to step up one step to be able to grab the hem of her dress and the many layers of petticoats beneath it. I pulled slightly back on outdoor the hems and she started down the ladder. As she did, I stepped down until I was on the deck. At that point her dress was starting to be pulled farther and farther out from her body revealing everything that was underneath. Her legs were as beautiful as her face and they went all the way up to a tiny pair of white panties which covered none of her ass and barely covered the area between her legs. “I think you can let go now,” she said sweetly, but a little louder than before. I suddenly realized that she was standing on the deck in front of me and I was holding the back of her dress about half-way up to her waist. “Sorry,” I stuttered out. “I... I... I...” “You looked up my dress, saw my ass, and froze,” she said, smiling at me. Then she said, “You are such a sweet boy. Come have a drink with me.” There were tables set up on the lower foredeck and one was empty right over the bow. I offered to get the drinks and she told me what she wanted. She was seated at the table by the time I got back from the bar. As I sat down, I looked into those huge, blue eyes and said, “You’re not Irish, are you?” I immediately wanted to kick myself but she just gave one of her silvery laughs and said, “No, I’m from Sweden. My name is Merga. My nipples throbbed against his chest, drinking in the manly feel of him. “Hi, I’m Charlotte and I’m not exactly sure why I’m here.” I watched it as another stray stream amateur of cum drooled out. I was too aroused to say no so I gave him a slight nod of consent, I was finishing up when her familiar masturbation voice startled me out of my thoughts. “What the hell is he…..Oh my god, he’s going to fuck her”. Then her cervix tightened up around the homemade shaft of his penis, and the muscles at the entrance of her vagina outdoor finally relaxed. Disturbing thought of her becoming pregnant with Alejandro's child made her petite smile. "Ohhhh, fuck!" when he plunged my dick to the back of his throat again. Harry got a firm grip on it and pointed to her ass. “So this man is going to be our first one sir? She lay there gasping for public breath and leaking cum onto the sheets.