Boob Cruise Paradise Pt. 3

Boob Cruise Paradise Pt. 3

What did it mean to sail on the Boob Cruise? It meant staggering to bed every night at four a.m. and awakening up two hours later for one more day of act and a new island. It meant eating at a busy table of Big-Boob shipmates where there is by no means a silent moment. It meant lap dancing with a scantily-clad beauty who laughed when her big milk sacks fell with out her dress. It meant looking at a pure dark sky and noticing the stars adore by no means in advance of. It meant the heady scent of suntan lotion and sweat emanating from suntanned girl-flesh. It meant living in your own separate world, and soever was happening back home, well, that didn’t matter. The ship was the world.

This ship, the Star Clipper, sailed to Anguilla, Prickly Pear Island, St. Maarten, Tortola, Virgin Gorda and other islands that almost any people know about solely from trip magazines and television.

This leg of Boob Cruise Paradise kicks off with the morning aerobics class on deck. This every day workout was open to everybody although almost all of the boys were still sleeping off the previous night or on their second cup of coffee. A scarcely any were on the sidelines watching the greater than standard attractive flaunt as the cuties in their skimpy gym sexy raiment moved in unison. Morning and early afternoon photo shoots were the dictate of the day, both on the deck and on Virgin Gorda. The evening was for dinner followed by strip displays performed by the high reaching exotic dancers and then climaxing with partying all over the ship until early morning. The booze and the mammaries flowed freely.

Wrote Chuck, returning passenger and the ship’s log corporalist that year, “To be appropriately blunt, and from talking to the males, I guess I speak for everybody who went on Boob Cruise ’98, the only bad thing about this entire week is leaving! I swear, if somebody were to handcuff all of the passengers and beauties to the ship and hand me the key, I’d toss it overboard!”

“I tell everyone that Boob Cruise ’98 was the wildest week of my life,” recalled passenger P.R. “And that includes innumerable Mardi Gras, fraternity parties, bachelor parties and other parties. I came for the chicks, and they were anything I thought they’d be and more, but I too enjoyed my stay due to the great lads I met on the Cruise, the SCORE staff and the complete sailing experience!”

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