”“What's she called?”“Wind Dancer.”“And you sail her yourself?”“Yes. I have my commercial yacht-masters.”“Wow. Mine was in a twent...-two-foot sport cruiser. It will have lapsed by now.”“I didn't know you sailed.”“Little Bay was where I grew up. I lived on the water until I was sixteen.”“Why did you stop?”She grinned. “Boys were more interesting. Since I moved to the city, I haven't thought of it, but I miss sailing.”“I have a crewman who lives onboard. He keeps the boat shipshape and in regular. ”I got it out of my backpack and held it in both hands until we were up to our waists in the sea. “So who’s doing this?” I asked.“Me please?” Lenny announced.I handed the egg to Lenny as Jake went round behind me. Putting his arms around me he grabbed my tits and pulled me back. My legs went up to the surface and Lenny moved in between them.“Pointed end first mate, and take it slow, you don’t want to hurt her.” I didn’t think that the blunt end first would hurt me but I didn’t know how rough. "Are they stockings too or do you just settle for seamed tights?" "Oh gosh no!" she answered, "The whole outfit is authentic. I like it that way. Not just for looks but I like the feel too. It's almost like being there." As she talked she lifted the hem of her dress to show me the flesh coloured nylons attached to suspenders which were themselves attached to a rather solid looking girdle. She also wore large silk knickers. A little shiver of excitement ran through me. There was something. Luke’s gaze landed on her breasts and appeared fascinated by the differences in the pink of her breast and the dusty rose of her nipples. He leaned in and lightly scraped his teeth over the nipple closest to him, causing her to arch into his mouth. ‘Luke,’ Emmie moaned, her hands going to his head to hold him there. ‘Fuck meee please.’ He pulled back and ran a hand lightly down her back. ‘No, I’m not done playing with you yet. So I want you to sit back and just enjoy what I’m gonna do to you,.