She is not what you’d call a seasoned sailor. We take the boat out and I motor sail to get her to relax. Not too long into our journey, I look over...and see her laid back on the bench, smiling contentedly. I ask what's up. She answers, “I’m just thinking about that poor girl last night”. Poor girl my ass, she was loving it! We are floating in a nice quiet cove, so I take advantage, kneel and spread her legs. Sliding two fingers inside her, I discover she’s soaking wet… just as I suspected! I. You look at me and smile. I look at the guys and motion them over. All 4 come and stand over us. You can see how turned on they are. "Don't just stand there" you say, to no one in particular. "Enjoy the show"One by one the guys take their hard cocks out, you stare, then smile again.Slowly they move their hands up and down their shafts. You wouldn't think there'd be such a difference in cock size between the 4 guys. One was quite long but slender, the second, around normal size, the third, not. Usually there'd be some reason behind it." Maybe it was just random," said Tom. "I had a mate, Jake, over at Southampton uni, who was walking home from something and some nutter just bottled him for no reason. He had to get a load of stitches and got a really mean looking scar. Course in his case he was quite near the bar and it was some bloke who'd had too much to drink that did it. It doesn't sound like this is the same thing." Maybe it was one of those anti-MORFS idiots," suggested John."I. This was all he needed. I was so wet he sunk two fingers in me at once. I let out a low moan."Are you OK?" my husband asked me. He was looking at me. I smiled and said," I'm OK; I thought it would be a problem sitting on my sons lap, but it really isn't. This isn't going to be so bad of a ride."Here I was talking to my husband with my son's fingers in me. "How much farther until we stop?" I don't want to stop until I go a little further," How about you Mike, can you go a little bit further?".