‘We are friends. Why do you ask?’ I said. ‘Well, if you’re with her I’ll leave you alone but if you’re available I’d like to… well… ...ow about we meet for a drink later back on the ship?’ she stumbled. ‘A drink?’ I pried. ‘Or dinner. Or dessert. Or a stroll around the deck. Whatever!’ she said. ‘Whatever?’ I pushed. Frustrated she said. ‘OK, I want to get you into bed but I don’t know of a cool way to ask you. So, are you available?’ ‘Can I ask why?’ ‘I’ve seen you pop in and out of the big. It was just a nice normal dinner between friends. There was no undertone of Master and slave, no sexual innuendo, nothing out of the usual at all. It was exceptionally nice and relaxing, and I thoroughly enjoyed it."God, Kayla, dinner is wonderful. I'm going to have to get in some extra workouts to burn off some of these calories," I said."Don't worry!" Angela leaned over and said, "We'll be happy to help you burn off those calories." So Emily," I said, quickly changing the topic before I was. She loved men but restricted that to Joe and Harry. She didn’t feel the need or even interest in strangers or larger groups. As much as she enjoyed sex and fucking, she was still emotionally a housewife and devoted wife to Joe. Yes, their close friends, Harry and Juli, had become sexual playmates as well as truly best friends and nearly mother and father figures to them when they didn’t have any themselves. It was a strange combination of relationships: lovers, best friends/confidants, parental. " she said. "I loved it" I said giving her a kiss. I broke the kiss quickly because I almost swerved off the rode, I got control of the car. I let out a little yawn, I was starting to get a little tired from driving. "you want me to take over?" she asked. "sure" I said pulling over to the side of the rode. I got out the driver side and she got out the passenger. We met in the front of the car. We looked into each others eyes. When I look into her eyes nothing else matters to me. It's just me.