‘Charlie, what are you doing?’ Amy’s voice came from the direction of the doorway. I was halfway under the covers – the wrong way – with my ...ss waving it’s naked self proudly in the cold morning air, so I suppose it was a pretty reasonable question from her point of view. Probably even more so after I said the first thing that popped into my mouth. ‘Um, looking for you.’ I backed out from under the covers and slid back in feet first all the while looking at Amy halfway across the room, wrapped. I finally spot a place when we turn the corner. It's a little exit door but before you open the door, to the ride is a large indent in the wall with black streamers and black d****s covering it. I wouldn't have noticed but I took three seconds to really see it and I nod to Mr. Milks and he leads the sway. We quickly jump out of the way before the couple far behind us can see us move out of the way and my heart beats fast with excitement. I open the d****s quietly and there is suprisingly no . The visual of her riding on top of me, and the glimpses of my dick disappearing into her; but most of all, her beautiful face framed by her luxurious hair was driving me plain crazy!I raised my hands up from beside my head and placed her into a sitting position. I took her hands and reversed them, which caused her elbows to turn in; thereby squeezing her tits together. The show was exquisite. Her tits were bouncing up and down in a rhythmic dance that matched the sensations surrounding my dick.. She turned the wheel and Serendipity continued to turn away from the wind."Straighten up, now," I called, heading aft myself. "Good," I told her as I arrived. We were heading, slowly, down river. I sheeted in the main-sheet, unfurled the stay-sail, and sheeted in the mizzen. We were sailing toward the North Sea again. South for a little over a mile, then a little north of east. "Breakfast," I said. "Do you want to steer, or make the sandwiches?" I'd rather stay in the fresh air, if that's.