I haven't seen below decks yet, but I'll bet there are a lot of rings and stuff there too."Ken laughed. "You're pretty observant. Yes, the boat belong... to a guy we know who has more money than all of us put together. He bought the boat and then completely redid the interior to turn it into a floating BDSM playroom. He and his wife love this kind of stuff and often bring someone else with them on trips for the same sort of games. He lets us use the boat once in a while and, yes, some of us have. Daddy, I think I still do," Betsy panted.Her father pulled it out, ten-plus inches of hard, throbbing prickmeat."I know I still do!" Betsy cried."Then prove it, little girl," her father prompted. "Suck daddy's cock!"Betsy didn't need to be asked twice. She felt like a cherry teenager all over again as she knelt before the man of her dreams, her father."Or maybe," her father now said, "you want to do more than just suck. Maybe you want me to fuck you in the mouth as hard and deep as I can."Betsy. Because she put her hands back to where she had them earlier. Then her whole body seemed to gyrate around me. She was all muscle, like a gymnast and she was working her butt in such a way that she was rotating me inside her in wide 360 degree arcs.That produced a heated array of shrieks. And then her body went totally rigid. She held that posture for an impossibly long time. Then she collapsed. And we both ended up on the floor in a sodden heap. All-in-all it was the most amazing sexual. It barely covered her ass, I helped her get into the pool. As she got in she lost balance and she went in with a splash. But was soon back on her feet, that is when I could see her t-shirt was clinging to her sexy teenage body.She was with nothing inside her t-shirt just a thong. I could see her dark nipples poking through the thin white fabric of the t-shirt. That sight made my cock got very hard. I had to adjust it in my boxers so they don’t poke out of the hole. She brushed her hair from her.