Then I went shopping. The headline on the newsstand made me lurch. 'Group Bombers Named.' Trying to steady my shaking hand, I bought a copy of The Sun...and saw on the front page a large clear photograph of the girl now hiding in the car park loos, a couple of hundred yards away. It showed Sarah topless, in a carefree pose at the beach. If I hadn't known its dreadful import, it would have made me sigh at her natural sexiness, the unembarrassed smile that shone straight at me.I went to the. But, I had to do it and I did.Now, I was left with what do I do with my life, especially my sexual life now? Before I met Craig, yes, I was horny, yes, my pussy did ache for a good fucking once in a while, but now, well, now, my pussy ached all the time. I knew, knew for sure what a good fucking was all about. I knew what a hot, hard cock felt like thrusting in and out of my wet, ravenous pussy. Oh, did I.So, I decided to have a talk with Brian. No, not about my fling, about his lack of. This is not without effect - when you reach the car, my cock is almost poking out the leg of my white shorts, and the bulge created by its length is plainly visible. We kiss quickly, and I slide the car out into traffic. The drive to the marina is only about half an hour, but seems to take forever. We even have a few near misses when my attention drifts from the road's hazards to your charms, but we eventually arrive safely to find my uncle's boat right where he romised it would be. It starts. He wants to teach her a lesson by making her fuck the dog – but she wants to fuck the dog!On the floor, on hands and knees – then lowering her small boobs to the course industrial carpet, taking her weight on her chest, and reaching back with both hands to grab an arse-cheek in each. Her knees are spread wide apart and her shapeless little bottom is spread open for business – her pussy virtually gaping. She moves one hand between her thighs and begins to play with her pussy – blowing kisses.