I stepped off of the boat and onto the pier at Gun Point, and the first thing I saw was Christy Marks, spread wide, sun shining down upon her glistening, shaved pussy, huge tits splayed. I knew it was going to be a good week.
At meals, she was the one who would never stop talking, asking everyone questions and talking about how beautiful Eleuthera is and reminiscing about life back home. She was the one who asked of the other four girls, during dinner one night, "Have any of you ever lost something down your bra?".