I can certify it as a true copy for our records."When I returned, he continued, "Mister Quinton ... Captain Quinton?"I smiled, "Either would do, but T...d, or Skipper, is preferred." Very well, then. I understand you have no permanent employment?" That's so. Some years ago, my parents died, leaving me sufficient funds to leave my career as a computer technician and set up as a freelance yacht-master. I bought Serendipity, an auxiliary sailing ketch, which is large enough to live aboard and with. My parents being out, we’re trying these costumes on, matching our dress-up session with a quarter bottle of vodka Nessie has stolen from her father’s cabinet. Both of us have stripped to our underwear and put costumes on, taking turns to admire ourselves and each other in my full-length dress mirror. ‘It’s no good, Nessie’, I say. ‘this material’s so thin you can’t help but see the outlines.’ With that I disrobed, the elf tunic and skirt hitting the floor, then I stood, wobbling with vodka. She made all kinds of faces while she sat on top of his gigantic baton. Once she had him inside of her, she rolled her hips over his cock. The guy had his hands on her hips and helped her move and fuck him. Her breasts were bouncing up and down while she fucked him.All of a sudden, these two other naked girls came onto the deck. They were as young as the girl that was fucking him. They started to dance and play with each other's breasts. The guy was watching the two girls play with each other,. “Your....gonna....make.....me cum!” I gasped between thrusts. Her cock hitting my prostate was driving me closer and closer. My ass was beginning to spasm around her. “Don’t hold it back,” she moaned. “I’m close too, and I want to shoot deep in your ass.” She fucked me faster still. Her sweaty, clammy, perfect body writhed on top of me. I curled my legs right up to my chest and linked my ankles around her back, allowing her to get deeper into me. The altered angle of my body meant her cock was.