He pushed deeper and a little bit harder. And I could feel him, my muscles griping him when he pulled out and relaxing when he pushed, spurring him on... Somehow my body knew him better then I did, it gave him what he wanted, made him grow harder and thicker while I experienced the scorching friction with estrangement. I kept my eyes shut and watched the flecks of sensation that appeared from time to time behind my lids: when he tasteed the soft skin of my breasts and then sucked it slowly.... Then she guessed “I bet there’s a tracking device inside our synth”“Yeah - we like to know where they are going and what they’re doing - can I take a look at her arse? You’ve done an excellent repair job on her and I love the double dildo - perhaps I’ll give it a try”Sam pulled the broken MF synth onto its shoulders in a strange inverted folded position, with the dual dildos impaled in her arse pointing skywards. Removing her thong and own shiny butt-plug she coated the dildos in sun tan oil. Letting my cock slip out from between her lips, she looked up at me, smiled, and said, "Don't tell me you can't do more! I'm still horny and it's my turn!"Smacking her on the cheek with my still hard cock, I replied as I helped her to her feet. "Does this look like it's not ready to you?"Shucking her cutoffs and panties, she knelt down on the fainting couch, fingering herself she answered back, "Does this look like it's not ready, either?"I quickly stripped, mounted her and began fucking the. Left were my mother Nina, my older sister Amber and myself. My father had run a traveling business with Aaron and back then. After the accident he bought the rest of the company which left us with plenty of money to be financial secure for the rest of our lives.Every year since my father died we have had this tradition to go out with this monster of a boat. This year the crew consisted of Aaron who was the only one that could operate the boat properly, my mother, my sister and mom's younger.