"Most of us have folks at home, wondering how we're doing," Crystal started. "Like that Irish woman, they're walking the beach in the dawn, waiting fo... our return. I know what the other side of that coin is like. Scooter mentioned that I worked a fishing boat in Alaska. Well, one day Chuck and I were crossing Queen Charlotte Strait in a storm. It was rough out there, huge waves, bigger than anything on this river, cold and dangerous, the ocean at full roar. Our fishing boat, the Glacier Bay, . I couldn't think of anything other than sex the rest of the night. I stayed with the family, sneaking smiled glances at Sonja, but she was playing coy and ignoring me completely. I'm sure she just didn't want to get caught.Finally the kids were sent to bed, and it only took about two hours for them to actually get to sleep while we helped herd them while everyone else retired for the night or to the den for more drinks. Jason and I went to our room around ten and to bed, but I was eying. “You want to tell me you’re not hard now?”Joe continued to stammer, “Wait, that’s not the point. The point is your blowing my son in my living room.”With a quick one-handed motion, I unsnapped and unzipped his pants, grabbing his cock in his underwear. “The point is that I can’t have either one of you talking about me being over here having sex. Here is what we are going to do.” I had worked Joe’s underwear down and his cock was in my hand while Jason’s cock had hardened in my other. “To make. And, the reason Kate let Amanda move in, was because she planned to turn her into her personal sex toy. She had always been attracted to Amanda in a sexual way and, after accidentally discovering her dad's secret collection of bdsm pictures, had began to grow increasingly interested in it. She had done research and had read about how some people would get their own "slaves" while calling themselves the "masters." Kate had done a search over the internet for people interested in bdsm and came up.