We had a good chat, had lunch together cooked by her.I was relaxed in the living room.She was cleaning utensils and later went inside.Rashmi: Anup don...’t you wanna see my home.Me: Of course, I went towards her private bedroom.Rashmi: Why you standing near the door, come sit here.She was busy folding all the dry clothes. She asked me to give her one bunch of clothes.I stumbled upon her white panty in my hand.She gave a stare, saying do you like it. Why you holding, pass on.I too went on playful. His eyes rested on her small waist line, taking a deep breath he continued his journey downward to a delicious split in the front of her dressed that with every step let him get a quick flash of her tan thighs. He felt his cock getting hard as his imagination went into overdrive wondering if she was wearing panties or was bare ass under that dress. God she is beautiful he thought. All he wanted to do at that moment was hike her dress up where he knew he would find a tight wet pussy, bend her. Now it is my time to moan. We keep going for a bit, but I want to change it up. We switch around, she lays down and I get on top putting the fake cock back into my ass and ride her. It is a nice view of her tits and my dick is getting to full size again and swinging with every bounce. She grabs it and jerks me while I play with her boobs.Riding my girlfriend is fun, but I want to be fucked to orgasm, so I get off of her and lay on my back. She gets between my legs, starts fucking my ass again. .. sails. That's what I was doing to the boat. You have to forgive me, writing down what happened is embarrassing.The local rep for UK Sailmakers and I were out on the lawn as he and I unpacked and unrolled the lot ... and there were a lot ... of sails. The Austin's had sails from Chicago, Sturgeon Bay, Dunedin NZ, Miami, San Francisco and most of them were UK made.Nylon, Mylar, Sunbrella, and canvas in various weights for various situations in various locations. We were going over each seam.