For me such moments are a private matter and should be kept private. When I felt them threaten to overwhelm me I turned and ran away from Stacy trying...to hide my emotions.I heard Stacy call after me but I wasn't going to turn around, especially when part of me actually wanted to be held by her. It was that part I was most afraid of.I got into my car once I made it to the parking lot, and drove off heading home. When I was halfway there I couldn't hold the tears back any longer and pulled off. Since the owners were still in Michigan, they had no reason not to think the little craft was still resting peacefully at the quiet Marina outside Key Largo.They had an uneventful journey back to the Marina. It was just getting dark as the sun disappeared behind the horizon. The slips were in shadows and they were able to tie up in the original slip without anyone asking any questions. Because of the possible problems with the two island girls, they told them to just say they were from Cuba. I was totally spent and almost went unconscious, the warm feeling of the orgasm engulfing me as I lay there, smiling.Kiki smiled too as she moved up my torso and kneeled over my head, her cunt dripping with my seed."I didn't say you could come, bad boy. Now lick me clean!"She lowered herself on me, my head trapped in between her thighs. She pushed her cunt hard against my open mouth and then began hump my whole face, while I drank down our combined fluids. I swallowed again and again. There. Steven and Marc sat on my sofa while I kicked back in my comfy recliner.Several hours went by, finally Steve suggested a movie. Looking at Marc he said "Maybe one from our special collection?"Marc looked thoughtful for a minute, then slowly nodded his head. "Yeah." he said quietly. "I think I'd enjoy that." Great!" Steve said. Saying he'd be right back, he left to grab a movie. While he was gone, Marc thanked me for making them so comfortable. He said it was really great to just let it all hang.