Since morning we were speakingsexy and the moment we reached that boat we started exchanging kissesvigorously. She has a grown tennis ball breasts. Sh...e has a pussy which is inthe jungle of hairs, I felt it when I touched her pussy last time – I guess shenever shaved there. I love touching hairy pussy. As we were kissing each othershe was holding my cock, 90% of the time whenever we were together and if noneis there around she will hold my cock, she likes it. Then she expressed that shewanted to. There was cum everywhere. Jizz had splashed all over her thighs, the bed, and me. There was a hefty stream running out of her glistening pussy. Without hesitation, I dived right in. The smell, taste, and warmth of her soft pussy was intoxicating. The thought and the taste of our sex juices mixed together always makes me want to cum more. I buried my mouth between her labia and licked from her oozing hole up to her clit, sucking in our sex-made juices.She loudly moaned and grabbed my head with. I felt my legs and arse beginning to ache badly but I wasenjoying myself especially at first when we were punching against the windand tide into a choppy sea and the boat was bouncing a bit. One of the passengerslooked a bit sick but I wasn't sorry for her. She could have been one of thosethat cheered when we were thrashed. However after about twenty minutes of thatI was directed to turn into the mouth of a river where it was much calmer.Two hours later we arrived back and Skip showed his. I kissed Jennifer's hand and assured Sherrie I was happy to delay my departure until I could complete Jennifer's bedtime story. Sherrie pushed the chair away for Jennifer's bath, leaving Jeremy and me alone, which I think was the agenda. He had something to ask me, I was sure.He looked at me for some time, measuring me or sizing me up - I wasn't sure which. Eventually he decided – something - and said, "Brian, what is your schedule? Are you even on one?" Mr. Crane," I began."Brian. I asked you.