" Kelsey replied. "Let him get on with his own life, he doesn't deserve anymore of you."Catherine chuckled, "This house is half mine, and legally I'm ...allowed to be here. So why don't you sling your hook and leave us alone, this is none of your business."A slow cynical smile then spread over Kelsey's face, she grabbed the front of my shirt and led me to the couch on which my wife was sitting. Placing herself alongside Catherine, Kelsey pushed my shorts and briefs down to my ankles, taking my. He was in the room,standing nervously by the door. Part 1 of my plan was complete.He was a white kid in his late teens or early 20's, probably either acollege student or just out of high school. He wasn't a scrawny geek,but he wasn't a buff jock either. His dark hair was hidden under anOrlando Magic baseball cap. He was wearing the Polo shirt with hiscompany's logo on it and a pair of dark colored basketball shorts. Ismiled inwardly at the bulge slowly growing there."Here you go," I said,. Were Greta was tall and ripe, she was small and compact. Her name was Louis and she was French. A firm grip and level look reinforced the image of a no nonsense lady that knew what she had to do. Our introductions were brief and I thanked my angels that I didn’t get an old grumpy guide as she strode ahead of me to a jeep standing amongst other cars in the parking lot. Her legs were firm without being muscular; a short skirt covered a very pert ass. The way her ass moved as. Ready for dinner?"She rubbed her tummy. "Yeah, even after pigging out at lunch, I'm hungry."I motioned her forward. "Let me show you the galley."I did a brief tour of the functions and features of the galley, and showed her how to turn on the small generator to maintain electricity. You could feel the vibration when it started up, but not as it ran. Sharon marveled that she couldn't hear it as it ran."Yes, dad spared no expense on the boat. I'll have to tell you about it as we go along." I.