In a square sail configuration, the four outer corners had stabilization lines that ran to the rear of the ship to keep the sail from pivoting freely....They could be given slack or hauled on to change their angle and help steer the ship, or to move forward in spite of a headwind. That kind of steering was called ‘tacking.’” It always reminded Will of the dual-string kites he used to build as a child. It was one of those tack lines that had snapped first. With nothing to hold it steady the sail. " I fumbled as I was saying the words.Val put an arm around Tiffany and asked, "Just ignore him. What is it you have to say?" The reason I can remember sex with Stan. It's probably because we've had sex a few times before." Tiffany lowered her head. "Without hypnotism, I was desperate. I had finally realized Will would never see me the way I wanted him to. I kind of had a crush on him since kindergarten." Wow. How many times exactly have you two had sex together," Val asked.Tiffany shrugged her. Helicopters would be making fly-overs today before sunset.The week was going away fast; today was Thursday and the schedule was packed. It was seventeen days to the convention - the pressure was being ramped up on all the delegates. I was to speak on Thursday. Apparently they wanted a long speech from me; I had a two hour slot in prime time.Troy came in and placed a dozen newspaper clippings on the desk - something that he rarely did. He knew I cared little what all the liberal papers said. The. We all decide to take a walk into the woods and go down by the lake for some more privacy. We get to the beach near the lake, and you and Amanda start rubbing my now raging hard-on through my pants as I start rubbing each of your pussies through your shorts… “Oh my God! You girls are incredible!” I moan as you both rub my cock firmly through my shorts while you stare at it. You and Amanda are breathing heavily now making little ‘MMmmm’ noises as I rub your pussies… I can start to feel the heat.