. mmhmmm..." Lynn moaned. Christopher's sentences became words and then simple sounds as her index finger rubbed between her wet lips. She pressed the...heel of her hand against her clit as the Christopher in her imagination held her against a tree with his hand around her front. The man in her dreams smelled of hay and sweat and dirt and she found herself growing wetter at the thought. Another finger joined the first as she felt her orgasm built. "Yeah, seriously. I thought people in the city. How this very evening she lured out the eighteen-year-old maid, Daisy, to have a lesbian romp in the foggy night.The feel of Daisy’s round, warm breasts as Marilynn sank her hand into her bodice. Their sweet kisses, tongues meeting, heating their passion. The growing, wet itch between her thighs aching for Daisy to plunge her fingers into. ... connection... And then the shooting star blazing over head. Her excitement at finding a meteorite outweighed her desires to ravage Daisy’s bountiful. The jet lag caused her to sleep during the day leaving her awake all night. She was following her father's advice regarding jet lag. "Sleep when you are tired, eat when you are hungry." She crawled into bed wearing a pair of pink satin panties. She was asleep in no time. It was about noon.One of the helmsmen quickly learned that the Camille was way off course. The mighty winds and currents made the schooner sweep further south to the point where they'd have to go to Tahiti through the back. Panting heavily, Katie stares up at him, he is waiting and with a surge of panic, she realizes he is waiting for her; she blushes when she removes her bra and panties. He stares at her naked body and licks his lips. Tasting her fruit. She moans and cries for him when he rubs her moist, lips, arches her back and pants for his soft mouth and delicately dancing fingertips. She lets him taste her hardened, juicy nipples, pushing them into his face. He kisses his way down her body, lingering.