The ship’s whistle brought me out of a deep slumber. We had all passed out on the bed after a night of rousing sex! The whistle meant we had about half an hour before we would set sail once again. Being onboard Charles’s ship, which was moored directly to ours, we needed to find our way back to our stateroom. Sharon’s naked body stirred awake with Charles’s head resting on her breasts. A smile appeared on her lips as she...