While below Jon was busy watering down the decks.Carmen arrived at the bow. She stood on the heel of the bowsprit and swept the horizon with her glass... Off the northern end of a peninsula jutting out from the headland she saw the sloop. It was on a port tack, and with her sails drawn in, she was a boat of size and looked lean and fast, plunging south by southeast against the wind heading directly toward the De Droom. Through the glass Carmen could see an occasional flash of white water boiling. Sitting upright while still straddling me, she held my depleted manhood captive within her pussy. “If we were closer in age, I’d be trying to get you to date me,” she said as she stared down at me.I smiled at her as I gently took hold of her by her shoulders. “Sandy, if we were closer in age, I’d be chasing you like a dog after a cat!”The smile that came over her put a spell on me. She softly laid down on top of me again which dislodged my limp cock from her cum filled pussy. I felt the mixture. Of course the water had soaked right into my t-shirt, which was sticking to my skin and had turned totally see-through, showing off my little pink bra underneath.“Stop staring, you perv!” I complained, crossing my arms over my chest.“Perhaps we should have had a wet t-shirt contest instead of pass-the-parcel,” suggested Alan, ducking out of the way as I threw a plastic cup at his head. Without really thinking about what I was doing, I followed this with a paper bowl, which still had some jelly. Before long I was pounding away, my pelvis beginning to make a clap-clap-clap noise against his ass.His moans grew louder, and he bit into the couch to muffle himself. Most days, my neighbor downstairs would be cause for concern, but I off-handedly recalled her mentioning to my girlfriend that she would be at her daughter’s for the weekend. With discretion not being a concern (plus how turned-on I was by his vocalization) I grabbed a fist full of his long black hair and yanked his head back. .