I knewI wasn't leaving this reality. Heck, I didn't even know how I got here- andthe guys who did know weren't back where I started either. I was here...forgood.Another woman, Mrs. Wheeler, came by to take us to registration. She was anice grandmotherly type, maybe late 50's. I had a momentary shudder as Irealized I would be just like her in 30 or 40 years. As we walked down thestill-familiar halls it was readily apparent that this wasn't the Huxley Ihad known for 3 years. Everywhere I looked I. Neither said a word for the longest time."Thank you, Todd. Now I know for certain - in my head and my heart. But dammit, now I have to go take another shower." With that, they both laughed as she got up and headed for the shower. He followed her and they showered together, taking turns washing the cum off of each other and playing with each other. All of it took much longer than it needed to, but they were having so much fun, they didn't care. Once they dried off, he led her to the deck, both. I followed her in, turned round and shut the door, and turning round to follow her and collided with her front, conveniently placed where I would do just that. She clutched me to her so that neither of us would fall over, at least that’s what I assumed was in her mind.“Ohh!” She said, dropping her hand to gently grab the now rapidly ‘becoming more prominent’ bulge in the trouser department. “Is that for me?”Trust me – I’m not either slow or stupid – so I just held her head gently and kissed her. There’s not much better than sailing au natural and enjoying the elements. Viewing Anne lying out on deck all bronzed, nipples pointing skyward and pussy lips peaking at me drives me crazy. My dick was been flying half mast for most of the trip so far. Anne notices me watching her and I detect a brief smile on her face. She slowly opens her legs a little more to give me a better view. I’m quite a ways a way from her steering in the cockpit (ever wonder why they call it a cockpit) but I can see.