It was extremely wet and she tried to maneuver my cock into it as she wiggled and humped her hips. “Fuck me. Fuck me. I can’t wait any longer. I�...m about to cum already!” I reached down between our bodies and put my cock in her pussy and she quickly pulled with her legs and forced it deep into her body. “Mmm, that’s what I’ve wanted for weeks! Your cock is so big and hard! Jeff just can’t satisfy me with his.” We both started to fuck hard. The car was rocking and the windows got fogged up. I. . it's to keep me from getting wet. Lookit ... don't blame me ... it's what sailors call it. Unless they call it foul weather gear.So she's minding the helm when we hit something."Errk," I said.The kids came running out on deck in their wet gear. "Daddy ... the keel hit something." I know that," I said. "What is another question entirely."What ever it was we were scraping it ... still.Finally ... it stopped.Wendy and the kids went below to check the bilges..."No leaks! The bilge pump hasn't run. I put on a pair of white athletic socks with blue stripes across the top and my blue Converse high tops. It was the same way I was dressed the Labor Day Justin talked about, besides the panties. I had no idea what underwear I wore that day.The cookout was as I expected, with neighbors attending and beer and wine and even mixed drinks flowing. I was not much of a drinker but I did enjoy a glass or two of wine at a social function. Of course, Justin was there and of course so was his. I took them off and put on ‘’normal male clothing’’. I went to bed, closed my eyes. And fell asleep thinking about what I just did.-sunday 23 november 2008-The next day I woke up I should have felt regret... I have sniffed and put on girls underwear. What was wrong with me? But instead of thinking about that, there was only one thing on my mind... When could I put them on again?Right now! The entire day I wore them under my pants. Just walking through the house. Not my mom nor my dad looked.