I began sliding it up and down, slowly at first till I got used to the incredible, heavenly sensation of satin on skin to avoid going off too quickly.... I thought about Beth’s ass in those panties, her nice tan legs, what her tits might look and feel like, and finally her pretty face. By this point the wall between her as sister and as object of desire was totally gone in my mind as it raced with thoughts of satin clad tits and ass posed obscenely for me. My left hand massaged, squeezed and. ”And I said, “I was planing to sail.”She said, “Can’t.”So I said, “Can.”Wait a minute ... I’m getting into an argument ... with a FOUR year old?“Can’t.”“Why not?”The brat won ... I flinched first.She did a fist pump... “Contrary winds.”“What?”And she explained.“When you changed course I was asleep. I woke up because the motion of the boat had changed. The bow had been going up and down now we’re rolling ... ergo...” Really ... she said ‘ergo,’ honest. “We are broadside to the current ... the. I said that I’d sort that.I reckoned that Donna and I were going to have to sit down and have a serious talk about Zeb that evening. I hadn’t realized that things had gotten that bad between my son and her daughter; or between Nat and his stepmother. Come to think of it, Donna had been a bit distant with me for a while; I’d been real busy at work over the winter and hadn’t really had time to tackle her on it. That work project was successfully completed, so I’d be getting home earlier in the. Today, she walked to the Pont Neuf and crossed to the Cité, climbing the narrow, dingy stairs to the office."Good morning," she called as she entered the sunny front room. There were several workstations, and in front of one, her project architect, Marie Dutoit, a handsome, sturdy woman with dark curls and a sunny smile."Bon jour, Helen." Where is Céci?" Céci was the drafter who worked with the details of the plans and related materials."She went out to get a baguette." Marie looked out the.