Wendy called Dalmar, Dalmar called home, Ursula called the marina and called Wendy.Weird, I know. But you're dealing with Finns. It doesn't have to ma...ke sense."Yes, Ursula?" Wendy was answering."All out?" Go buy another?" Ok, got anything in mind?" Sure ... we can do that." Bye," Wendy hung up."We're going to Jake. Ursula wants a Baltic."She immediately called Dalmar, "Daddy." I know ... Daddy ... quit crying." Momma wants a Baltic." David and I will pick it up, sail it around to Helsinki and. I was hoping I'd feel him slip his big, long fingers into my always wet pussy or reach around and cup my pert, 36B's. Hell, as horny as I was, I'd have been up for sudden, wordless, balls-deep fucking. But it never happened. I'd even gotten into the habit of sitting on the living room floor, after my mother had gone to sleep, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and panties. I'd sit cross-legged, facing him, my panties always just a bit askew, showing him my hairless pussy. He'd stare and, sometimes,. I thought she was giggling at first. But when I looked down, I saw that she was crying. I held her and tried to comfort her, but it seemed to make her worse.After five minutes or so, she calmed enough to sob out something. I didn't understand her at first. She was lying face down with her head in the pillow. I rolled her over and asked her to repeat herself. "I... I had an affair." She sobbed and tried to pull away from me.I was stunned. I had never even thought about anything like that. I felt. I want to fuck you with them on!” “OK no problem!” He walked me to the sofa and I felt his hands go for the top of my panties. He pulled them down with an eagerness that was hard to convey, unless you were there. I found myself being bundled over my sofa and then he had his tongue in my bum and was licking my tight little ass hole. He groaned and slurped at my bum, making me giggle and squirm as his tongue explored my bottom. My pussy was just getting wetter and wetter. As good as having my ass.