We had just arrived in Eleuthera in The Bahamas, and our boat had pulled up at the dock at Gun Point near Spanish Wells. No sooner had I gotten off the boat than I heard, “Hey, Mr. Dave, come on in!” It was Christy Marks, floating in the ocean…as if she had a choice. Those H-cup naturals were natural flotation devices.
Before I knew it, I was in the water, clothes and all, holding naked Christy in my arms. Welcome to Eleuthera, Dave. By the way, it is not easy to hold a girl like Christy in the water. Those tits were going this way and that, splaying here, splaying there, and I had to keep from tipping her.
A few hours later, I walked past a hammock where Christy was lying totally naked, legs behind her head, pussy there for the taking.
“Hi, Mr. Dave,” she said again, as if she was greeting me on a Sunday afternoon in a public park, not posed in the ultimate “fuck-me” position.
I’d always been told that small-town country girls love to fuck and aren’t shy about it. Christy is definitely not shy. One day in Hungary, a few hours after she had done a four-way with Terry Nova and two studs for the DVD Busty Riding Academy, Christy was walking the hallways of the castle where we were shooting, looking to round up another fuck buddy. It didn’t take her long to find one. I’m guessing that hours after this fuck scene was shot, insatiable Christy was on the prowl again.