My hand slowly continues upward until I feel the tops of her stockings. I linger there, drawing circles with my fingers over the lace. The husband can...follow my movements by watching his wife's skirt, the fabric moving in concert with my hand. He's so excited that he's practically panting, and he has to momentarily rise off his stool to adjust himself.My hand continues to softly caress his wife's legs under her skirt. I can tell she's uncomfortable with what I'm doing, my hand freely roaming. She then told the guests that Ellie would draw the name of one of them, and the table partner of the person drawn would be required to strip naked and then to fuck that lady to orgasm in front of the guests. There was a gasp and then laughter broke out everywhere, then silence as Ellie came forward to make the draw. You sensed that all the men hoped it would not be them, and all the women hoped it WOULD be them! Everyone held their breath.The draw was not fixed, but when Maxine’s name was. “It'll be fun.” “You should be careful,” I warn, sitting and wrapping her hand in mine, my fingers nesting over hers. “Commando around all this sand is a recipe for disaster.” She smirks at me, one look that promises cheekiness and mischief. Her hand squeezes my thigh and strokes inside my leg as her breath feathers my neck. I can already hear her reply before she even moves her lips. “Sand only sticks to you if you're wet, though, right?” Her slender fingers ensnare my wrist, guiding my hand. After a month of outings as a third hand, usually with Geoff as Skipper and a variety of others as Mate, she had her first run as Mate, taking Hydrogen round to London. Living on board, she and Geoff conducted day sails on the Thames. The first time Tower Bridge opened to let them through was a thrill, one which never faded completely.In June Reminder hosted a party of ‘difficult’ youngsters for a week. A mixed group – in several ways – accompanied by two teachers.They were not, repeat not,.