"Oh, hi, Mr. Gladwell. I'm just taking a small break from the sleepover, your daughter talks a mile a minute," I explained. "Oh, is that so?" he wonde...ed. "Yes," I whispered. "I could use some company, if you are interested," he put on the record. As a slight crush had already came upon me on this single dad, the opportunity couldn't be resisted. The detail of why he caught me out there stayed with me. Both butts met with the bed, and chit chat began. "So, what's been going on with you? Are you. He felt himself on the verge of losing it, of crying out for her to please let him cum.Cliff knew better. If he was to give in to his moment of dire need he would never have another chance with her. Shar had made it quite clear there would be no second chances on this rule.So he suffered in silence with his eyes closed tight because if he saw her, he would blow it. In more ways than one.The bed shifted and he opened his eyes to see her nearly bare, glistening cunt above his head. Cliff loved. Actually putting a face on the phantom man was another."What? You mean you have really been thinking about this?" I was surprised. As I said, she'd always just passed the idea off as a fantasy."Um-hmm..." she said. She rocked back and forth on my cock. I felt her tighten her muscles to give it a squeeze. "I was thinking that Joey might be interested in the idea."I frowned. Joey Wells was a long time friend. We got together with him and his wife, Marie sometimes. We'd go out to dinner, or get. Show me what you've got to eat and I'll make some sandwiches." When I opened the built-in ice chest, she saw the sandwich stuff, but she also saw the two steaks I had brought, just in case. "Mike, I've never been out on a boat like this before, but I'm pretty sure I haven't seen a stove where you can cook steaks." You're right, there isn't one, but remember I told you I was hopeful of spending the night. If we do, we'll be tied up to a dock, or anchored close to shore, where we can grill them..