For what seemed like forever he remained still. Only his lips moved as he continued to kiss me. Even his hand was motionless, my nipple caught between... two fingers. Then his hips began to rise and fall, slowly, oh so slowly at first. His shaft rasped back and forth in me, the head gliding along my silky inside walls. Then he braced his hands on either side of my body, just grazing the sides of my breasts. He raised up, holding his slender muscular body in the air, touching me only at three. Karen gave me kiss as she passed said she loved me. The practice session was over and the sails were set and trimmed up for easy cruising I still had the helm. Tom ask me to remain topside while the crew had lunch then he would take over and I could eat. Sounded great I really liked being at the helm as the boat slipped through the light chop of PNCLA bay. Karen came up the ladder gave me a deep tongue kiss and squeeze my cock said she couldn't wait to fuck me. She said Pam had lite up some. The second was a plaid pleated skirt, more of a schoolgirl costume than a work skirt. It reached about a third of the way down her thighs. The third was another dressy skirt, black again, coming down slightly longer than the schoolgirl skirt. The fourth was a burgundy skirt, a little short for work, but she could probably get away with it. The fifth was black again, and reached a couple of inches above her knees."The shortest that you can get away with," he had demanded. She pulled down her. ”Violet grumbled, “Is it time for my watch already?”“No, but we need to talk.”“Are you here to threaten and bully me?” she asked, trying to sound unconcerned. Only the slight tremor of fear in her voice gave her away. She’s brave and smart. Perhaps this conversation will be all she requires.“You must have questions. I’m here to help you find the answers you need.”“You can’t help. Not with this,” Violet said, looking at Ciarra’s sleeping form. “Sometimes Lionel was arrogant, but he was a good.