This was all new.<br/><br/>Not being with a man.  Kenzie had been with plenty of men in her time.  In another time.  In another place.  When she was another person with different motivations, most of them less than savory.  Not that the crew of the Ellie May was exceptionally moral.<br/><br/>But this was new, this being with a man for no reason other than to enjoy him.  To share him with someone she cared about equality.  To have a sense of belonging when it came to holding one another as fingers probed and mouths touched and kisses ran from neck to navel.   She could see the lust and desire that coursed through Jules and Walter’s eyes, the glaze that shimmered over the top of their chocolate brown or deep blue irises, but beneath the surface, a deeper emotion quivered, a wanting for more than just a quick and easy lay.   A look she had seen only once before in a man’s eyes.<br/><br/>A look she had never thought to see again.<br/><br/>That she could see the very same look etched across the features of Jules’ face, even as she was writhing in the pleasure’s of Walter’s cock.  The brunette had long been Walter’s, the relationship both intimate and casual, always there, but never so overbearing that Kenzie had felt out of place on the ship.  And even though for the past year she’d kept a wall of distance between herself and the other two, their ability to break through it over time had not been entirely unnoticed.<br/><br/>Kenzie moaned as Walter’s tongue dove back into her cunt and Jules leaned forward to kiss her.   The blond snaked a hand around the curve of Jules’ waist, but most of her focus was on keeping her perch over Walter’s face, thighs hardened as muscles flexed to hold her position.   Her blue eyes met Jules’ as the other woman moaned and then dropped another round of commands from her sexy red lips  Kenzie leaned back and pressed her cunt down on Walter’s face a little harder. “Like that,” she moaned. “It feels just.  like.  that.”