Mother knew how to hit all the right spots.I was moaning with pleasure and fully awake, with my hard young cock in my Mother's mouth. She stopped and ...lid up the bed and looked into my eyes. In a soft, low voice, she began to sing, "happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday Mark, my baby lover, happy birthday to you," She kissed me passionately, our tongues danced with each other. I moved down and kissing and nibbling on her neck. I moved down even further, my lips passing. We were a mess, but a well fucked mess. Amy went to her shower, Brenda and I to ours."I'll be coming in to work today," I tell her as we walk along, "I am going to take you around to your employees and make you apologize for your previous behavior." Yes, I have been thinking about that," Brenda replied, "I have alot to atone for don't I? I was such a rotten bitch to them, and they really are a good crew." Yes they are," I agree, "but even though you were a terrible person, you are a great. I hear a deep, completely relaxed, almost-snoring male breathing just over my shoulder. A salty, warm, fresh curl of morning air moves through the round window right beside my head. Round window?? Where am I? I hear a soft watery slapping sound, and the memory rushes back. ohhhh… :))) I smile in the dark and look out at the moonlight glinting on the water ripples just past the anchor rope on the bow. I remember, ohhhh, I remember now…. I turn my head a little and run my nose into the softness. He gasped in shock at its iciness. Water in the Emerin should not be this cold, even in the dead of winter. “Yet you have carried me readily ever since that first day.” He took another step, gritting his teeth at the chill that soaked into his legs, into his very bones. Warmth drained from him as if the water was pulling it out, sucking it into the stream. Another step.“You s-s-saved me,” he stammered, his teeth chattering. Fire and fury, he was cold! “I w-w-would n-not h-have made it without.