He teased her in a fun way about 'missing' her boyfriend. She had blushed at this, and joked about if he had been a few years younger he could have st...ood in for her boyfriend while they were separated. He added that he was probably too old now, it had been so long since he had been with a beautiful woman now that his wife was in a wheel chair. Sylvia felt so sorry for him and when he looked down he looked so sad. She thought he was going to cry, and being a kind person she got out of her chair. Once such a spectacle would have slightly unnerved Quentin. Now ‘an old hand’, he took it completely in his stride. “Fetch me a gin and tonic, girl,” he said briskly, “with plenty of ice.” His eyes dwelt on the girl for a moment as she turned to obey his order. She was a neat little thing, with a nice, tightly-rounded bottom. Quentin could not recall having seen her before.“First time aboard?” he enquired of Svenson, with an understanding little smile.“Yes... as a matter of fact it is,” nodded. We reached the grand restaurant, and got escorted to a table for two looking out across the beach, and where the sun had set. Daddy ordered plenty of wine throughout the meal, to try and get me tipsy, because he was in the mood for fun. However, he didn’t know that I was too. When our meal was brought to us, I couldn’t help but tease him. “Daddy, is your meat as wet as mine?” I asked, winking, talking in a very matter of fact tone. “No darling,” he smiled, “not yet anyway.” I also teased. As I saw some younger people, men and girls approaching us, Wren orgasmed. It hadn’t taken long and I guess that it was a combination of her anticipating what Aryn had said he would do, the vibrator, and the fact that that was the first time that she had fucked in public.She just sat there as her body shook until the waves had retreated, then she climbed off Aryn telling me to get on him. I was impaling myself, reverse cowboy, before Wren even had time to sit down.I rode Aryn for ages as I.