"No, this isn't right," I say, sitting up."What's wrong?" Isabella asks, "did I do something wrong?"I smile, "No, but I might have. I shouldn't be doi...ng this..., my husband..." If you could ask him, what would he say?" He'd say yes." So what's the problem?"I don't have an answer for her.Suddenly a wicked look crosses her face. She wiggles out from under me and sits back against the side of the boat, propped up on a coil of rope."He can't possibly object if you don't actually do anything..."She. The suite had a massive corner bath that held all three of us, so I went to run the bath whilst Kelly and Lorraine cuddled some more. We shared a bath before we dressed for a night on the town.We'd need to be careful, bars in New York are very strict and will ask for ID for anyone who looks younger than 21, so I'd have to buy all the drinks.Our hotel is on Park Avenue South, we decided to walk up to Grand Central, which is about a mile, then decide where to go from there. Kelly grabbed her. And when we shared each other’s cup and bread, and when we spent a few secret moments together offering insight and thoughts on our lives and on the people and dogs who wanted everything from us but offered nothing back but the razors and knives which even through this day remain logged and embedded deep within our backs and souls. And now here we are , alone in the still twilight hours of the autumn morning, separated by nothing but the blankets which keep us warm and secure on our beds. Each. But not too hard to wake Jenny.'Horny?' Sounded from across the room.I froze, she heard me masturbating.'I'm sorry, it's been a few days.' I replied. My face turned red.Her reaction was not what I expected. 'I was lying earlier about how much I masturbate. Actually I do it every night, like you.''This might seem weird, but is it okay if I do it too?' She asked.We both masturbated at the same time. At first it was weird. But it looked like she was really turned on by how I stroke my cock under.