Lori would be sailing to Hobart again, on the same boat as last year; but with a new name – ‘Margaret Rintoul II’.“I thought it was bad luck t...o rename a boat?” I asked Lori.“Normally it is, but there was a formal ‘Renaming Ceremony’ the other month, you have to appease Poseidon and the gods of the winds. I believed it involved spilling copious amounts of champagne and rum, and removing everything with the old name on it,” she replied. “I don’t think they used one of the very old boat naming. After much discussion on whether to go out or stay in for New Years, we decided to relax in front of the TV and see the New Year in relatively quietly. We had been drinking champagne fairly steadily for the 3 hours leading up to midnight and were more than a little bit tipsy when the countdown reached 0. We wished each other well and she leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. However, I was reclining on the sofa and the difficult position, coupled with her lack of balance, meant that she ended up. It was scary as hell. Fortunately for my sensibilities, she melted into my embrace. I stroked her hair and told her all was forgiven. After several moments, I became aware of all the eyes staring at us. I sat Roni down, then turned back to Ariana Conor. Her eyebrows were tented. I shrugged. I said, ‘I have been told I don’t know my own strength. If this was an example, I need to be more careful. Five years ago, Roni was leading me around like a puppy on a leash.’ I touched the ring in my nose.. After she caught her breath she went back to my cock only this time taking her hand away from her pussy and playing with my balls and ass. This woman knew exactly what to do with her fingers and with a pussy wet finger, she slowly worked into my asshole where no man, nor woman has gone before. It was all I could do to not shoot my load right at the second, but I imagined the longer I could hold out, the more hornier she would be. As her sucking and fingering of my asshole continued I could feel.