Frank and I don’t have children, so I can’t very well go hang out with other moms. Like Scott, I too went to an institute. Expensive, and the girl... are taught to be intelligent and supportive ladies for their husbands.I know, this is the 21st century, no way places like that could exist. But they do. The academy I went to were catered for the wealthy. My family built their wealth. Scott was expected to inherit the family’s business. I, however, was expected to form favorable partnerships. ’ She smiled and gave me a flying kiss.So, we went to the bedroom of hers. We sat near each other. I licked her lips passionately and rubbed her boobs with my hands. She moaned but in a slight manner. She started to undress in front of me. I sat on the bed. She started stripping with her gown at first. She torn open it! I looked straight into her eyes. She was biting her lips.Then she opened her bra. And then her pantie. She half opened it and told me to open it and that too with my tongue. Ah,. You have to have me fucking your mouth."Close your mouth," I order.When you do, I slap your lips with my engorged member. You want to cry out, to beg me to let you suck me. I slap you again, and rub your saliva and my pre-come over your lips."Open." The one word is an order.You comply.I slide my cock over your tongue again, stopping with just the tip in your mouth."Suck."You do, sucking my glans, feeling me grow harder in your mouth.Finally, I relinquish my hold on your head and let you bob. Pretty big. You could live on it, huh?" Some people do." How about two people for, say, a weekend or a week..." Yeah. Doable."Giggle. "Another way to get you away from prying eyes," she smirked, then she forked a savory broiled shrimp into her mouth.Me? I'm thinking. I never considered buying my own boat because frankly, the idea of being THAT solo wasn't appealing to me and finding compatible partners for sailing wasn't easy. Across the table? Compatible. Smart. Fit. Cute as hell. I'm running.