That probably wasn’t going to happen very often.It would be better to furl the mainsail, drop the main jib, then furl the foresail, then drop the fo...e jib. Put the helm over, then raise the fore jib on the other side to help steer. While that was going up, swing the fore yard to the right angle, then show the foresail while the yard was being secured.By the time that was done, the fore jib should be tied off and drawing properly and that crew could move to the main jib if we wanted, or help. Her red heels were quite tall and would have required some skill to walk in so gracefully. My eyes followed her brown legs up to her thicc (yes, I imagined it spelt that way) thighs, perfectly visible under a small bit of black fabric that passed for a skirt.Above that was a red top with thin straps that barely held in her delicious breasts. I'd never seen so much cleavage (outside of the internet). Moving upward I saw that her make up was carefully done, but also that she was staring back at. Her fingers undo my buttons, I feel her trembling as she feeds the buttons through the holes, and I’m gazing on the wondrous beauty of the female form. Seeing her breasts so exposed before me, my hands are under them, caressing, no, teasing the senses of this creature so alive that stands before me. I kiss her forehead, as her fingers reach the lower button, she tugs at me shirt. ‘Try my buckle.’ I whisper as another of my kisses entwines our mouths, I feel her hands shaking, not in excitement. I wanted her to embrace who she was.We stopped for a bit, and I said, "Let's sit and view these!" While she sat, I connected the camera to the flat panel TV, so we could see BIG images. While she giggled at first, she looked at me and said, "Sorry - I forgot - I'm a woman!" I smiled and kissed her on the cheek. We viewed all the photos, and she rejected only a few."Shall we take some more photos?" She said, "Yes - let's!" I asked her, "What kind of photos would you like?" She looked at me, and.