” said an old shaky voice. “Can I have some drinking water?” asked John.It was morning time and John was standing at the entrance of the tent wi...h an empty bottle. “Madam?” John called her again. Meanwhile, Nabha was busy cooking. Hearing John call’s Nabha walked towards him.“How many times I have told you Johnji. Call me Nabha,” said she walking towards him as she smiled. “I’m like your daughter. You don’t have to call me Mrs or Madam,” said she as she turned to walk in the kitchen.The word. One or two would undoubtedly give him a whole lot more if he asked, he never did. He was pleased to see that the camp organisers had concluded he was not a paedophile needing to be watched all the time; they accepted that the girls were safe; at least in a crowd anyway.But it was also true that the sailing was fun. The weather was kind; a couple more girls had shown they knew how to sail, so there were four boats. “The most fun you can have with your clothes on” Clive had said, as they heeled. I feel your erection through them and I want to feel your warm skin so I open your zipper and reach in. I hear you inhale with surprise as I take your hard cock into my hand and start to stroke you. Your cock feels so good in my hand as I feel you unbutton my blouse. Slowly you lower my bra strap and take one of my breasts out and begin to caress it. I sigh in pleasure and then I feel your warm mouth on my nipple as you take it into your mouth. Our excitement is growing and then I feel you. ... I thought, ... you know, ... in the hallway there, .... Fantasies and such." It's Peter, Connor." But I was flabbergasted. How had I let things get to this point? Well, let's change the subject. "Can I get you something to drink? A beer? Wine? We have some Scotch. Peter's a single malt fan." Sure. I like Scotch."I avoided Peter's most precious bottles and took the cork off a bottle of Glen Fiddich. "How to you like it?" Neat, if you please." Wow a connosieur." Should I up the ante? "Maybe.