I quickly got my shirt on and my shoes. I limped to the door to see him sitting there, just staring at the wall."You ready?" He said with resentment i... his voice."You okay? You seem depressed." I’m fine, let’s go." He said with an obviously fake smile plastered on his face. "Okay" I said, un assured of what had just happened. We walked (well I limped) half of the way there in silence. The he asked me if I had ever masturbated. I said of course what 14 year old hasn’t.He laughed and his face. The nights reminded him of some of the training exercises that he had undergone, how to resist torture techniques if captured. He had used every technique they had taught. Visualization usually ended up with him reliving the night where she had slowly stripped out of his shirt in the pale moonlight. Counting took on new meaning as he would enumerate the thousands of ways he wanted to make love to his wife. And disconnecting, forget it. It was impossible to disconnect from her, not when she lay. Me: Oh yeah. This was the night that I had been waiting, vkrm I plan to to fuck her as soon as they fall asleep I grab my chance. The moment Ive been waiting for days on which has arrived and my mom is in deep sleep. She had a black night dress that came down to her ass, she also had a very thin transparent underwear. When I saw her alone I came already almost done in my pants, I slowly lie down next to her. And moved very slowly her night dress aside and then her underwear down. I think they. We also had fun slathering on suntan lotion so none of us got sunburnt, We slowly motored back to Tampa Bay, under the large Sunshine Skyway Bridge again, and back to Sarasota. We were back at the Yacht Club and properly tied down about three o’clock. Beth helped lug some of our provisions back to the house, gave us lusty and affectionate hugs and left to collect her daughter and do some weekend bonding. She asked whether she could bring her daughter by the following weekend for a day cruise.