The butane lighter in my pocket, the kitchen matches I carry in a pill bottle inside my hat. Then the breath mint tin mini survival kit in my daypack....“I’ll show you the primitive fire making ways, but you should consider them as your last options.” I then showed him a half dozen caveman methods. Including wasting one of his candy bars to polish the end of an aluminum can and using that to focus sunlight.That morning, as usual, he had a million questions, at the moment they centered around why I. Not to bore you with details that are of little interest, but it was awkward and upon reflection more than a little embarrassing trying to get my pants off without her catching on. At least for me in the real world, it never works quite as smoothly and sensually as most of the stories here seem to suggest. Ah the painful difference between fantasy and reality.I finally got my pants down around my ankles. As you would expect from a 20 year old, I was hard as a rock. I am adequately endowed - 7. Hailey’s breathing became shallow and she clutched Phil tightly to her breast as her first cum of the night arrived. Molly didn’t stop, though. She used her hands to part Hailey’s thick lower lips and dipped her nimble tongue into her opening and Tiffany pressed her hand down on Hailey’s clit.“Make them stop,” she urged Phil in a whisper. “Jesus, I can’t take it. It’s too sensitive.”Phil looked up to see Hailey’s eyes clenched tightly shut and he reached down to pull first Tiffany’s hand and. The first spikes of yellow Coltsfoot showing, leafless as yet. Back to the boat for a sponge down and breakfast, perhaps in the café if it was a weekend, but today cooked in the neat little galley on board. Then off for the day's odd jobs – perhaps a sticking door, a faulty lock or a shelf bracket coming away from the wall, a loose tile or two, or a blocked gutter; maybe tidying a garden. Sometimes, with nothing arranged, it might be maintenance of the boat; clearing the bilge, checking rigging.