Don winched home the last little bit, we dropped the jib, and I secured it to the rails with some bungee cord.Back at my position in the cockpit, I st...od up on my seat, so I could better watch the spinnaker luff. ‘Sama’ was probably 200 metre behind us, just starting their hoist.“Look!” Don said. “Ron’s got a wineglass!”I looked where he was pointing, and there must have been a twist in the centre of the spinnaker when they repacked it; it ballooned out in two parts. We could hear them yelling. They are unisex but it’s rare to see anyone having sex in there. If you do have sex in there bolt the door shut.’ ‘You want me to go now?’ ‘Yes. The whole purpose of this was to get you used to being with me intimately. We’ll be working together in the heat and often under extreme pressure. If you think you would cope better wearing only an apron I want you to feel free to do that. Some of the girls use bad language and say filthy things when talking about sex. You are my right-hand man, er. I asked her if she was sure and she just smiled back.I spat on my fingers and smeared saliva around her tiny rosebud.Camilla grunted a bit as she fely the tip trying to enter her asshole.I pushed a bit more and, after some tries, I finally passed through her tight sphincter. I was in now. Camilla then opened her mouth to scream, but I put a hand covering her sexy plump red lips.Her muffled cries turned me on even more. I pushed forward again, knowing that my sweet wife was trying her new outfit. ‘Wha…? What time ‘s it?’ her blurry voice enquired. ‘Eight,’ Brian informed her. ‘Go away,’ she muttered and turned to the other side, away from Brian, pulling the blankets around her and settling in. Brian leaned over her sleeping form and watched her try to get back to sleep. Her eyes were determinedly screwed shut, tightly, and there was a little frown on her brow. She looked cute. He leaned over further and kissed her on her nose which was just peeking out from under the covers. ‘Brian… no..