I served up potatoes and chilli and called the girls into the kitchen. We ate, then Helen played for us, a wide range from a little jazz, popular musi...c, rag, through to baroque. I was surprised – perhaps I shouldn't have been – that Philippa pulled the bean-bag to in front of me and adopted Helen's position, leaning against my legs. I drifted on the music, somehow, and surfaced to realise I was stroking her hair. Helen finished playing, looked round, caught my eye and raised an eyebrow ... that. At six thirty, we pulled away from the slip and headed out to the ICW. Erin's dad stood on the pier and waved as we motored out of the marina."How is our fuel supply?" Eddie asked me as I made the turn out of the marina into the channel."We have about six hundred gallons. That will be plenty for now, we can top off in Miami," I said."Are you going to take the ICW or run in the ocean?" Kathy asked as she sat down next to me."I think we'll go down the river a ways and then head out if we get. My legs had been spread apart for so long they didn't seem to work the way I wanted. Not surprising, I supposed, after the pounding my thigh muscles had taken. Jason saw me struggling and reached out to help me stand up. Straightening and stretching the kinks in my back and abused thigh muscles felt so good. Damn, I needed to piss. I didn't stand and stretch for long before walking under the strong, hot Spanish sun to the sea and wading out until the water was past my navel. Sighing as muscles. She grabbed a bottle of what appeared to be massage oil off of her nightstand, and doused herself with the liquid. I drooled as I watched the thick, clear liquid ooze down her chest. She flung the bottle on her bed and began massaging her breasts. They were wet and slippery, and I was about to die. If only I could have slipped my dick between them again. I remembered how wonderful it had felt to titty-fuck her. That had been almost as good as fucking her pussy. I wasn't sure how in the world I.