Fuel consumption and found a sweet spot at about 27 knots. That would be my cruising speed. Not bad for a flippin' houseboat!I spent months and months...cruising around all the little back-waters, coves and draws around southern Florida. After I had exhausted my interest there I headed for Louisiana. I spent over a month touring Lake Ponchatrain. I tied up at Brennans and had lunch there just have bragging rights to say that I'd done it.I tied up at a marina occasionally to fuel up, have my poop. “Listen, I had a great time last night, but I need to figure out where my clothes are so I can get home,” I said in low, mortified tone. My whole body was sticky from sweat and I didn’t want to think about what else it was probably sticky from. I knew I was a mess and I probably smelled like I had been having sex all night. “What’s your hurry? I don’t want you to think I’m running you off,” he said, in a jovial tone. I looked down shyly. “No, it’s not that. I have a million things I need to get. You might find it even sexier if we went in and did it on your big bed while David and Mom are still doing it." John smiled and stood up. "We better get in there before they are done." John thought he felt a little stirring between his legs as they walked hand in hand down the hall. When they entered the bedroom, David had his mother's legs up over his shoulders and his hands on her tits and was pounding her hard, fast and deep. Carrie was breathing hard and getting close to a climax but she. My mother's thick lips were as smooth as a young girls. Her excitement showed as they glistened in the reflected light from the slick moisture covering them. Mother groaned as we admired her snatch, but she didn't once make a move to cover herself. As I mouthed her big nipple, her moans of lusty pleasure drove me wild. "Oh, don't suck on my breast, dear," she whimpered, "Oh... don't touch that, Oh myyyy!" "See," my cousin said, as he slid two fingers into Mother's snatch, "I told you she'd be a.