”“Thanks Sam. Bob, did your Father and Uncle say when they would be here today?”“Sometime between ten and eleven. What about the custom clothi...g people.”Ruth responded, “Lizzy will be here with a small truck and a couple of helpers between 11 and noon. She said the truck is equipped with a sewing table and sewing machine so they can do prototypes and alterations on site.”Matt, Bob, Sam and Megan were out front of the ranch house. Matt had drawn his short sword and was shadow fencing.Bob asked,. I imagined he’d want to go in and out experiencing the thrill, but he didn’t. He started right in, fucking in and out with abandon, but after what I’d said, I didn’t want to tell him differently.Here I was, a thirty-seven-year-old man being fucked for the first time by a beautiful seventeen-year-old boy. A seventeen-year-old with a really big cock. A boy with a big cock who was my step-son. And although that hadn’t been a part of my earlier thoughts, now it somehow made it even better, more. I gave my honeymoon bride to him for the rest of the cruise.My wife wasn’t and isn’t mine to give away, but she didn’t complain about being a gift. I remembered that I had given him to her as a second wedding gift too, so I was being Summer Santa to both of them. Her gift was him and his gift was her. Both were gifts that would keep on giving, but my assumption and hope was that her gift was going to stop giving to her and give his gift back to me at the end of the cruise.Her gift and his gift. I had used the key to lock my bedroom door after I returned from the bathroom. And again I had placed the keys on my dresser. I looked at my dresser. The keys still weren't there.I looked behind the dresser and under the dresser. I looked in all my drawers. Still no keys. I was so frustrated now that I was starting to act irrationally. I gave up looking for my keys. I put an old porno tape in my VCR and watched three women have sex with one man. I remembered my dreams of the previous evenings.