..We delivered Jenni and Martin back to Reminder mid afternoon and stayed on board until the first punters (sorry, passengers) arrived, when we left t...em to it.It's almost axiomatic that British public holidays have foul weather, but every so often we have a warm, dry Bank Holiday weekend. Not often, mind you, but on this occasion, it was lovely.As it happened, that was the weekend Richard was married, so that accounted for Saturday; we left Loraine at the Ferry, and were very glad we'd made. I quickly finished my drink and he led me out on the dance floor. He was a good dancer and I was doing my best to put on a show for my husband and my new friend. We danced a couple of songs and then went back to the bar. Bob and I talked while Ray sat across the room and watched. I was enjoying flirting with Bob knowing Ray was getting turned on by watching. I was laughing and touching Bob’s hand and thigh every chance I got. A slow song started and Bob took me by the hand to the dance floor.. ” “Well sugar I have a way to prevent them from hurting more. Lie on your back, and let me slide into you from position I call, ‘side saddle.’ That way all you have to do is place your legs over me as I guide my cock into your steaming snatch. That way your hips would not feel the pressure and if I want, I can rub your clit too.” “Oh yeah, I love this position because I can play with my nipples and cunt too.”I moved into position and reached for my hot nipples as Marcus slid his hard member. One word she’d looked up awaiting Gudrun’s return was ‘leader’. Not surprisingly, the phonetic translation came back ‘Leda’, as did ‘chief, ‘superior’, ‘master’, ‘mistress’, and ‘boss’. In one instance--she couldn’t recall which--Leda had noted in the margins: “One of the few words showing any probability of being derived from English.” How apt, she’d thought acidly.Anxious, and determined not to show it, Rebecca slowly stood and walked to the platform’s edge to observe the procession’s.