The beach curved further left and soon we were out of view of the beachfront where we had settled, the massive ship still in view by the pier. Nor was... close to top speed and I laughed to myself as I tried to keep up. Watching her blue bikini bottom bounce off the seat upon hitting the waves was nothing short of delightful. After about ten minutes we saw a beach with a rising hill and coral reef, and I assumed that was the spot on the map. We slowed down as we approached these unfamiliar waters. So, back to that day. I put on my sexy red lengerie with the open crotch and the arm restraints and then put on my conventional clothes over that. He came home and gave me a long kiss. While we were in each others arms I could feel the sexual tension building between us and the bulge growing in his pants. I could feel myself becoming aroused as well. We walked up the stairs with his arm around me and my hand on his crotch massaging his penis. We got up to our room and began undressing and. Anyway, the horsehair or whatever they made the satyr's costume out of had rubbed her tender ass-cheeks and inner thighs raw and she couldn't wait to get home and hop into a hot bath.Gallagher saw the sulky pouting expression on Tiffany's rather wan heart-shaped face and decided he knew exactly what she needed... A little jolt in the tookus."Let's see your tits, kid," he snarled. "C'mere." God, haven't you seen them enough," Tiffany protested sullenly, getting up nevertheless and going around. I, on the other hand, the hand held shower unit was my favorite toy. One day, it got the best of me. I had to see him masturbate for myself. I wanted to see what he looked like. I wanted to see every muscle pop, every facial expression he had as he pleased himself. I wanted to see how it made him feel. So, while he was in the shower one day, I sneaked in his room, entered his closet and waited. I could see perfectly through the wooden slats on the closet.