‘Mom, I…’She let go off me and sat up, pulling the tee over her head, in the dim light I could just make out her shape and smudges of light and ...ark; I could see her areolae and I thought I could see that she wasn’t wearing panties. I put out my hand and stroked her butt: smooth warm flesh. I slid my hand back round to the front and down where, in the deepest shadows, I felt thick, damp hair.She had taken my dick in her hand and was stroking it again, so I pushed my hand, palm up, further down,. " You're right, there isn't one, but remember I told you I was hopeful of spending the night. If we do, we'll be tied up to a dock, or anchored close to shore, where we can grill them. Under the berth up front, there is a small grill and charcoal." "That is so neat. I don't know why nobody has ever asked me out on a boat before. I am really enjoying myself. This is so different from an ordinary date. Where would be be spending the night?" See that small island right over there? It's called. This time it penetrated deeper, she felt her rump lightly touching the heels of her shoes. There seemed to be no part of her that wasn’t filled. Impulsively, she placed a hand on her stomach. Surely she’d be able to feel its intrusion? She rose again. This time the sensations of it sliding out of her were overwhelming, and she prolonged them by rising until just the tip was engaged in her. Then she bore down, this time forcefully. Rachael sank down now on the full length. She felt her lips. “Oh FU…” was all Stephanie got out when her pussy began to eagerly lick itself once again. Both her breasts contracted as if she were being taken by a forceful lover.“Oh fuck, I don’t think I can take anymore!” Stephanie yelled as she threw her hand to her living cunt.“Oh yeah, now we’re talkin',” her pussy growled as it sucked in two of her fingers. Startled, Stephanie tried to pull her hand away but her pussy would not let go.“Damn it, what the hell?” Stephanie struggled. Her pussy moaned as.