Just as Wendy was about to let out an angry shriek, Jane snuck up behind Wendy and clamped a hand over her mouth. Jane then whispered in Wendy’s ear..., ‘Do you trust me, darling?’ Wendy nodded her head Yes. ‘Then say what I tell you to.’ Wendy nodded again. ‘Good. Say to your husband, `Hi, dear, what are you doing?” Wendy stepped up to W and repeated, ‘Hi, dear, what are you doing?’ W looked up, startled and shocked, his face turning crimson with embarrassment. ‘Hi, uh, honey, uh, I was just,. Even better than reality;everything looked like it existed in the rich, detailed Technicolor ofexpensive Hollywood movies.I standing right at the bow of this majestic ship, and sitting on the prow infront of me was a little blond curly-haired boy in a rather silly-lookingsuit and a cap on his head. I was about to speak when I heard a voice callingout from behind me.When I turned around, I saw a man with a mustache coming towards us. Helooked extremely ordinary in every way except that he seemed. Cindee. I could feel her presence before i turned around to look at her. Subconcsiously, i tightened my abs and lats as i turned. My cock strained to its fullest length through the chrome cuff, maxing out its length and girth. The strawberry-shaped head swolen as full as it could be, begging for attention despite my extreme embarrassment. Her black eyes burned into mine. Her black hair tossed in the hot wind. My eyes trailed down her body. Her heavy, full breasts strained against the. She smiled and told me to have a seat if I liked and then asked me if I would like a drink with her. I mumbled a yes and she took my bag, placed it on the table and then went inside with me where she made me a Jack and coke. I could hardly keep my eyes off of her, even though she was now covered with a damn towel, I knew what was underneath now and it made me hard just thinking about it.She led me back outside and we sat down on a couple of their pool chairs that recline back. She was right.