" Enjoy? Enjoy?! How the hell am I supposed to enjoy anything when we're all about to drown?!" Celeste caustically scolded her Captain. "I can't swim ...a stroke, and you know it!" she added as a reminder."Sis, would you grab three floater vests from the forward locker for me?" Brandon turned to Tracy, who knew exactly what he meant and where they were stowed. She returned moments later with the three Mustang vests."Here, Angel, put this on. If you get careless and accidentally fall overboard,. It would be so damn easy.Almost unconsciously I find my fingers rubbing the skin between my daughter's breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt. I realize that I'm trying to work up the nerve to take advantage of her sleeping to molest her.- AnnaI can't take it anymore. I love the feel of his hand between my breasts, the pleasant weight of it. I think his breathing is different, somehow heavier, so erotic. I'm imagining it, of course, but the very fact that I imagine my dad is aroused by. My clit was protruding from its hood as his fingers brushed across it through my thong. He moved my thong aside and began rubbing my clit.I gasped, “Jacques, No! I’m a married woman. I can’t do this. Please stop.”He knew my pleas were futile. I was too far gone to refuse him. I felt his fingers spread me and enter me, massaging my most sensitive spot.Again, I pleaded, “Jacques, please no! Oh God, you’re going to make me cum. So close ... so close. Jesus, I’m cumming.”I came, oozing all over his. I then thought of staying back and helping her by shifting things around for her. When she would bend kow to broom her big cleavage would just give me a hard on. On that day I couldn’t speak much to her.On the next day I decided to break the ice and I started asking her questions like where was she from and all? Initially she was giving me specific and point to point answers but after a while she started to open up to me. She would speak to me as a friend would. I still though I should keep.