‘Alright!’ I yelled across the water. ‘Ready when you are…’ ‘You pull in that direction,’ he said as he pointed off to my right. ‘I’...l pull in that direction,’ indicating my left side. I motored over to the indicated angle and looked back at Turtle-man, it really was amazing, the guy looked just like a big gray turtle as he moved behind the wheel of his sailboat. He looked over to me as he drifted away from me, then… ‘You ready!?’ he shouted, and I gave him the ‘thumbs up’. I twisted the. I had taken to wearing bloomers. I felt him touch my chest before I saw his hand move. I shuddered."They feel soft." He mumbled. He looked in my eye and his resolve returned. "Lay down and open for me."I bit my lip and took his manhood in my hand. "This can be good, if you allow-" I said, lay down Mother." He continued to whisper. For a second he focused on my hand's warmth, then he pried it off of him.With difficulty and some pain I sank to my son's bedding. I spread my legs for him. He took. The cloud of smoke from my previous shot hid that motion, but my opponent had to know what happened from the noise I made when the stock of my shotgun hit the floor.There was another shot in my general direction, and that was a very foolish thing for the shooter to do. I now knew exactly where he was from the muzzle flash that showed through the smoke cloud. I fired one round at the muzzle flash that was only about 10-12 feet away from me. This time there was another scream, but no follow-up. Knowing it is now his turn he moves back and stands, fingers catching the edge of his shirt and lifting the black silk over his head. He flings the garment aside and stretches before delighting in running splayed fingers over his own chest and down over the pale flat expanse of his abdomen. As the other two stand two and walk over, both discarded themselves of their remaining clothing, he nonchalantly thumbs open the fly of the leather jeans with an easy smile, passing his free hand over her.