Now guilt free, I turn in the shower and let the jet play between my legs. I guess I could stay here a bit longer... *"This is as close as we can go,... ma'am. Isabella will bring you the rest of the way in the launch."The captain and I lean on the starboard rail as the sea breeze caresses my long hair and plays with the hem of my light sun dress. He grips the rail with two hands weathered by wind and sun to the colour and texture of old leather.Ahead of us, a low and lichen-covered island blocks. He nodded."So, uh, back to Wynne." I walked over to the older mage, who'd been standing and watching the proceedings with confusion. I wiped my hand, uselessly, on my filthy jeans, before looking down at the sticky appendage. "I'd offer to shake your hand, but ... I don't think you'd appreciate me for it. Hi, Wynne, I'm Sierra. Nice to meet you."I have to give Wynne credit - she looked baffled, but managed a polite smile and a head bob, murmuring greetings. I turned back to the group."I take it. Kathleen patted the bench next to her and ordered me, "Come and sit next to me David, I want to see what my heel marks look like now". Still embarrassed at being in the presence of my 2 cousins, both undressed, I sat down trying not to look directly at them. Kathleen pushed me back into the seat and looked at my stomach, her big tits jiggled in front of me, "Fantastic you can really see the marks have left, do they still hurt David" ? "They are very sore", I complained and rubbed my stomach.. Still there was no indication from Cheryl that I should stop, so I continued to press into her. My fingertips were met with dampness within her folds and I knew that she was enjoying my attention. With that knowledge, I was a little more bold and wiggled my index finger into her inviting hole an inch or so. I heard a quiet, throaty ‘Mmmm…’ escape from her and I was sure, then, that all was well. So I pushed a little deeper while searching for her love button with my middle finger. As I worked.