She claimed she would stop it if not for Kevin. He was the center of her erotic fun and fulfillment. Without him, going to bars or clubs had little me...aning or appeal. But together it was a whole different experience. They both, but particularly Kevin, enjoyed the anticipation of the upcoming "weekend fun," the shopping for the right dress, the inherent danger of it all, and the savoring memories of their weekend play for days afterwards. This "marital erotic core" is pretty much the same. Diane had told me that she liked sailing, but didn't have the opportunity to get out very often. I liked sailing as well. I had a school chum who was allowed to use his parents' 36-foot sloop quite often. We had a lot of fun on that boat, even though we only knew the rudiments of sail handling.I thought about Diane's wish and stored it away until I saw an ad in the paper about sailing lessons in Boundary Bay. They weren't cheap, but I had always wanted to have a sailboat and never had the. “Cindy and I have been talking, and we...“ he struggled to choke out the last part, “we think that Robbie is okay to be on his own now without a babysitter.”The smile vanished quickly from Megan’s face. “But, Mr. Wilks,” she began to plead, “can’t you keep me on for just a few more months? I really need to save up money for college, and you are the only family that I work for. I’ve looked after Robbie for years.”“I’m sorry, Megan, I really am, but Mrs. Wilks is adamant that Robbie is old enough. I told him yes, a couple times, but that Jeff didn't know, and I wanted to keep it that way. So I told him about my three some and a couple other things. Tim told me about some of his experiences and then one thing led to another and suddenly Tim is on his knees in front of me with my cock in his mouth.He was very good and he would stop before I was about to cum, and slowly get me going again. He did this a few times when his doorbell rang , and despite his trying to ignore it, it kept.