Summer Leigh – Boob Cruise Paradise Pt. 3

Boob Cruise Paradise Pt. THREE

Boob Cruise Paradise Pt. 3

What did it mean to sail on the Boob Cruise? It meant staggering to sofa each evening at four a.m. and awaking up 2 hours later for one more day of action and a new island. It meant eating at a busy table of big breasted shipmates where there’s not at any time a silent moment. It meant dancing with a scantily-clad hotty who laughed when her bigger in size than standard bra-busters fell out of her suit. It meant looking at a pure black sky and noticing the stars love not at all before. It meant the heady scent of suntan lotion and sweat emanating from suntanned girl-flesh. It meant living in your own separate world, and whatever was happening back home, well, that did not 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 majority people know about only from trip magazines and television.

This leg of Boob Cruise Paradise kicks off with the morning aerobics class on deck. This daily workout was open to everyone although almost any of the dudes were still sleeping off the previous night or on their second cup of coffee. A miniature in number were on the sidelines watching the larger than typical alluring display as the beauties in their skimpy gym stylish raiment moved in unison. Morning and early afternoon photo shoots were the command of the day, one as well as the other on the deck and on Virgin Gorda. The evening was for dinner followed by disrobe displays performed by the high reaching exotic dancers and then climaxing with partying all over the ship until early morning. The booze and the bra-busters flowed freely.

Wrote Chuck, returning passenger and the ship’s log slavemaster that year, “To be appropriately blunt, and from talking to the lads, I guess I speak for everyone who went on Boob Cruise ’98, the solely bad thing about this whole week is leaving! I swear, if somebody were to handcuff all of the passengers and angels to the ship and hand me the key, I would toss it overboard!”

“I tell everybody 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 hotties, and they were everything I thought they’d be and more, but I likewise enjoyed my stay due to the great boyz I met on the Cruise, the SCORE crew and the complete sailing experience!”

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