MerCruisers," I said."I can drive it, settle it against a dock with only a whisper, even back it into your slip," James said. "I can't fix anything th...t goes haywire, though. I'm mechanically challenged." I've driven a boat that big and bigger," Mary said. "Thirty-four feet is a small boat for the San Francisco area."I grinned. "How about that, Grace? We invited two boat mentors for our shakedown cruise and didn't know it. What about fishing? Do either of you know anything about fishing?" I. ”I pulled back, breathing hard.“What?”“You want him to fuck your ass, don’t you?” He looked at me like he knew every secret I had. “Want him to shove his nasty cock in there while everyone watches? You wanna take it while you gag on my cock?”“You’re sick,” I whispered, like I’d only just realised. “Fucking sick.”He smiled and touched my cheek, his thumb pushing into my mouth.“Maybe. But you’re not saying no. Maybe we’re both sick.”And maybe we were, at least for that night. I felt the spill of. Mary Anne had chased me for years but I had somehow avoided capture and planned on keeping it that way. Don’t get me wrong, Mary Anne is a nice lady and quite good looking but she’s way to bossy for my taste. I moved down to the other end of the bar and found a stool. In the next thirty minutes, I think every woman in the place made a point to stop by and say something, this even included a few married ones. I thought maybe I needed to finish my drink and head out before a husband or boyfriend. She had been convinced that marriage to athletic, energetic Mark Jenkins was the cure for her forbidden fantasies.But now as she writhed on the bed under her own salacious ministrations, Natalie moaned out her realization that she had been wrong. Perhaps it would have happened even without the unfortunate problem she and Mark had been having lately... Or worse, perhaps Natalie's very fantasies were somehow the cause of her failure to achieve satisfaction in her marriage bed. But whatever the.