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12 Mayıs 2023, 20:41
My cucky hubby and I - he was already 'unable' due to his testicle operation - had*been on a combined business and holiday excursion in Lisbon (Portugal). We stayed at our beloved Sheraton hotel downtown. In the evening at the bar, we met two guys from England who came in with their sailing yacht after a stormy crossing through the Bay of Biscay.My husband, as a former navy officer and deep-sea sailor, got into conversation with them. We were asked if we could be of help to sail their yacht to Gibraltar, because one of them had to fly back to London for urgent business meetings and it was impossible to sail a 20m yacht Ümraniye Escort (http://www.atasehirmos.com/) with one hand.We were offered the hotel costs on Gibraltar and also the flight fare back to Lisbon. My husband agreed, but I refused, for the weather forecast en route to Gibraltar was evil and I mostly suffered from seasickness if it gets too strong.Therefore, my hubby got a rental car for me and I started my journey through Portugal when the yacht slipped the lines and set sail. Until then everything was 'paletti'. We had arranged to meet at the 'Eden*Rock' hotel in Gibraltar two days later. Well, I enjoyed Ümraniye Escort Bayan (http://www.atasehirmos.com/) the trip and after passing the Portugal-Spain border I arrived in La Linea (a small town and port in Spain) opposite Gibraltar.But then the genie was out of the bottle: Namely - what I didn't know - the Spanish border towards Gibraltar was closed for political reasons. Due to the never-ending struggle between Spain and England because of Gibraltar. There was no alternative; I had to drive back to Algeciras, the Spanish city on the other side of the Bay. What*madness! A few miles away were the Escort Ümraniye (http://www.atasehirmos.com/) lights of Gibraltar, and I had to take a Spanish Ferry to Tangier and then a British ferry back to Gibraltar, my real destination. So what!I got rid of the rental car, took a taxi to the harbor and tried to board the Moroccan ferry. This was easier said than done for I needed a valid visa for Morocco which I didn't have in my passport. What now?There was a group of American tourists in front of the gangway. I managed to join them and smuggle myself in without the bloody visa and without a ticket for the fare. Meanwhile, the ship was en route. I found an officer and explained*my situation. Well, to cut this story short: When he saw me, he examined my breasts, my legs and so on, he was immediately keen on me and offered me his cabin when I, in return, promised to spent the night with him with all the pleasures like eating, drinking and lovemaking.