Tied securely to both sides of the U-shaped pier by both the stem and stern posts, the boats had weathered a major storm their first afternoon here in...very easy fashion.Ah, the first morning. The novelty had been overwhelming. The goddess Megan Lopes had shown up as promised but dressed more tightly sealed than a mummy, completely encased in shimmering magical green clothing the goddess called a biohazard garment. Hannibal grinned at the memory of Megan putting root words together in such novel. “It’s like a self-sustaining thing. The more we do it, the more we will be able to do it. How does your butt feel?”“Reamed. I think you bruised my prostate!” I complained.“Poor hubby. I think you bruised my poor clitty.” Lynn said as she rubbed between her legs.“All you need is a little TLC.” I said.“So, get soaped up and get started.”A short time after I began to wash Lynn’s body, I heard the toilet flush and our big and small wives walked into the shower. Blossom sat on the bench and leaned. “Someone’s hungry finally. I’ve been waiting to see you all night.” He whispers in my ear.“I’ve been playing video games in my room.”“And with other things. I heard what you were doing in there. The walls are very thin. Your fingers weren’t just on the controller now, were they?” My entire body is on fire. I want to just turn around and kiss him but I can’t. I feel his cock growing against my back. My underwear is growing wetter by the second. I feel his arms loosen around my waist but my hip. His heavy balls which had been hanging low in his ball bag were now tightly retracted right up into his groin. I could hear him groan, so I closed my hands, very lightly at first, completely around his trembling, burning-hot shaft, then began sliding along its length towards its junction with his body. At the base I stopped and slowly squeezed. The exposed shaft and glans turned a darker purplish red. I squeezed even harder, then pulled his penis firmly towards me. Spasms of pre-ejaculatory.