If she called I would go to her regardless of the consequences to my marriage, or hers. I knew it wasn't right, but I knew that I couldn't stop myself....The call didn't come from Becky; it came from my son Steve. "Dad, I'm going out of town on business for a couple of days and I told Becky she could call you if she needed anything. Is that okay with you?"Oh God, I thought, this is bad. It's not right, what is going to happen is not right. Steve's voice cut into my thoughts, "Dad? Are you there?". I lay out on the deck and caught some rays as the sun beat down on my naked body, totally content with what just happened.Tom came to a mooring and we began to have a naked lunch while rubbing lotion on areas before we got too much sun. It was around Noon so the day was only half over. I was so relaxed and happy I nearly missed the sound of a motor pulling alongside our boat. I grabbed a towel to cover up when I heard a loud female voice yell “Permission to come aboard Captain Tom!” I covered. ’ That afternoon, after Denise arrived home and stripped off her clothes, she powered up her computer and, with her customary cup of tea, checked her Facebook account, and read her email. She saved her mother’s email for last. First, she scanned through the advertisements from web sites she’d once visited and mistakenly signed up to receive special offers. Next, she reviewed the jokes forwarded by her Internet friends and acquaintances. Finally, clicking on her mother’s message, she took a deep. After a while we sixty-nine, working up to the moment where we’re fucking, this time we had longer and she writhes on my face enjoying my techniques, her sucking, sensational as always. Ellen is sucking the hardness of my cock to it’s full extent, and then moves to invite me in from behind. I grip her hips and prod the entrance to her pussy, she pushes back on me which feels fantastic, going in feels incredible and soon after we’re fucking, so hard and fast she’s dribbling juices all over the.