Three times ... while we lowly prammies were making one lap.Eventually, some enterprising soul would eschew the sprit rig of the Optimist and rig Berm...da; a main and a jib with real standing rigging and innovate the second slowest dinghy class ... but that came Much later. By then I was surfing Lasers and Lightnings.Be that as it may ... world wide, there are one hundred and fifty thousand Optimist prams with District, Regional, National and International events ... all going slow.We learned. If it’s truly yours, it will come back, if it doesn’t then it was never yours in the first place.”“So, I should let her go?” I asked.“It’s not really your decision to make,” he replied, “I don’t think you should stand in her way, you should be supportive, but if she decides to go, and Mary lets her, then that decision’s been made. You just have to be ready for any consequences.”“I don’t want to lose her dad,” I said.“I know you don’t son,” he replied, “any more than I would want to lose your. But I could not move because a woman was pasted to my back, and I was pasted to the back of a woman with my face buried in a mass of black hair. My morning wood was lodged between her ass cheeks pointing down towards her pussy.As I began to move, Sarah woke up and kissed me on the neck and whispered.“Morning you wonderful man.”“Uh ... morning?”The mass of black hair moved and then its’ owners hips began to rub on my cock. Without turning her head Keri spoke.“Was last night not enough?”Then it. I moved it in a little deeper. She was howling with both pleasure. I pushed a little more and stopped.I could see the please all over her face. She was grinding her teeth and fighting the need to tell me to fuck. I slowly pulled back with my cock. When the rim was near the opening I pushed forward, this time with more force and a little deeper.“Oh you fucking bastard, you are so fucking huge. you’re going to tear me apart. “ With that I pulled back to just the head sitting inside. She was.