Lori, Don and I took the tender out to ‘Koolong’, and we started rigging the boat. Don showed me how to pack the spinnaker into its bag – he cal...ed it a ‘turtle’. We discussed tactics; the race had a handicap start, we would be the second last boat to start. Given the wind direction, we would tack up Pittwater, once we were abeam of Barrenjoey headland; we would turn downwind and hoist the spinnaker for the run to Juno point and the turning mark.“We have to stick to the northern side of the bay. ”Adjusts the angle, shoves his entire length into her with the first thrust.“Holy fuck,” she pants, “Never been filled so much.”“Told ya,” comes his smug reply. Begins to fuck her with long, powerful thrusts.She moans in rhythm with his thrusts, “Fuck. Why. Am. I. En. Joy. Ing. This. So. Much? It's. Just. So. Good.”He presents her his index and middle finger. “Here. Lick this. Gotta be wet, yes?”Her cries replaced by hums on his fingers. Once coated with slobber, he places them on her. She had to focus. “Stop, we can’t do this. Where is Bill” she asked, pulling back from his embrace?“Oh, he is down stairs somewhere. Who cares where Bill is? He obviously doesn’t want to be here with you or he would be. I mean, he must be crazy. Look at you, you’re so fucking hot. Your tits are about to spill out of that dress and your ass is just begging to be squeezed. I can smell the pheromones emanating off of your gorgeous body as it begs for a coupling.”It was true, her lust was. The one day that we had sex seven times is still fairly fresh in my mind. I didn't have an orgasm until the seventh time, but she had one or two each time. I loved it that I could make her cum, that I was a good enough lover to get the job done.Unfortunately, she made some changes in her personality and lifestyle that were incompatible with our marriage and the religion we had shared. We ended up getting a divorce soon after we left the town we'd lived in together for 5 years.Luckily, I had.