’ She began her slow movements, rocking back and forth on my cock, grinding her pubic bone into me. It wasn’t a up and down movement, but more of ... back and forth. Each time she slid forward, her clit would rub against the base of my dick. ‘Do it Tracey, fuck me. Ride me hard.’ I whispered roughly to her. ‘Open your eyes and look at us. We’re both naked on the boat in the middle of the lake. The sun is shining and you’re on top of me fucking me.’ ‘Unnnhhhhhhh,’ she moaned, as the realization. His powerful way sent shivers through her body, yet she teased. "Ask nicely. Ask very nicely." I grabbed her hair and sharply tugged it, looking into her eyes. "Anna-Brooks. You are to fuck yourself on my dick. Give me that pussy. NOW." We kissed again, and her body began to slowly lower onto my lap, the head of my cock pushing against her opening. I penetrated her, relishing the soft and warm grip of her cunt. Her pussy was young, tight, and right now, it was mine. It felt like a vice-grip,. I shouted to her asking if she wanted some cream on her back and she told me she did. I turned and looked at Ali who had heard us both. I asked him if he would mind, he was out of his chair before I’d finished the question. I led him into the room and across to Sarah and told her Ali was happy to help her out. “Oh nice “she said handing him the bottle and turning around to face the mirror.Ali poured some lotion into one of his hands, put the bottle down and rubbed them together, i said to Sarah. "You and some boy were trapped. I remember your name, 'cause I thought what a great name it was. I got stuck with Roberta." I think Roberta's a nice name," the brunette said. "I so like it better than Whitney Gwyneth."Who was Whitney Gwyneth? I couldn't make sense of that. I was still getting used to the blonde being Wynter King. Winter King was a novel. Something about Arthur, though I couldn't remember who wrote it.A sudden flash of insight warned me that I should save my new cousin's life..