She spun on her heels, dropping the rose. The momentary terror the shook though her freezing her in place. If she were a cat, she might have lost a li...e just then. She rubbed her eyes and stared open mouthed. Surely this had to be a dream… an illusion… a mistake. As the image before her stayed stubbornly in place, despite her efforts to clear her eyes, she tried to call upon her senses to regain composure. After a long moment of open-mouthed silence, she finally swallowed her fear and stood. My entire body was bathed in sweat and the sheets on my bunk were damp with my perspiration. Anchored out like that, with no generator running the air conditioner didn’t work. Although the hatch was open, there just wasn’t enough breeze to push any wind currents below deck. Of course, the heat and the rocking boat was only part of the problem. I was horny as hell. I lay back down and tried to envision in my mind a picture of the young nymph, the beautiful daughter of the older couple that ran. He hit a few buttons and reached over to place the phone on the coffee table, which was level with the couch. After he positioned the phone to point the camera lens right at them, he turned his attention back to my mom. She was really getting into it by now."Oh, mmm, mmm, mmm, ohhh, Sean, we, have, to, be, quiet," she said between thrusts. Just as it seemed as if they were both going to cum, he stopped thrusting into her and sat up. She finally opened her eyes and looked up at him like a puppy. She had enjoyed it so much but somehow didn’t get a chance there after. By then my right hand was on her shoulder drawing her close to me and she obliged by sitting very close to me and our bodies exchanging warmth over the cold outside. Fortunately I hadn’t worn any underwear that day as I do on such long distance travel that makes it more comfortable. I somehow took out the shirt from inside my pants and covered my thighs half way with it. Then my hand went to her left hand and started.