..Alex's Story I'm lying across the pillow atop our bed, wearing nothing more than a pair of briefs with laptop across my thighs and back propped agai...st no fewer than three pillows. Mind wandering as my fingers struggle to translate random imagery from my head into words on a screen. Then you enter from the ensuite. Long dark hair flows over your shoulders falling gracefully down your back, nearly reaching the top of your ass. Your body scantily veiled in a black silk, the negligee tight. The guy I'd brought home, Mark or Matt or Mike I think his name was, was already kissing me. I was kissing back and I wasn't paying much mind to Ryan. As he stood I knew something was wrong but I wasn't sure what. Mark shoved his fingers into my already wet pussy and I moaned against my will. I saw Ryan freeze and I cursed myself for my poor self control. He kept walking and I willed Matt to take his fingers out of me and I lead him to my room. It took half an hour for both of us to get off and. Max was polite ... poor soul. He had no idea ... but we never do.A second root-beer in hand, they repaired to the back deck and watched the Lightning class sailboats drop spinnakers, round the Mill buoy and beat for the line and gun. The Optimist class had finished their single lap while the Lightnings were on their third.The Club was a flurry of young sailors dismantling their craft and racking or trailering them out of the way of ‘the big boys.’ Parents were allowed to help until the young. It was all I wanted.At night, Gladys would return from the inn, hungry for love. Back when I was alone with Ava, we only had sex once or twice a week [not counting blow jobs], but now it was every night. It was wild, exciting, and exhausting.Emotionally exhausting that is, physically I had no problem with it.Ava usually didn’t participate; “You young people are far too energetic for me.” she said. The problem was that I wasn’t really interested in Gladys, even though she was sexy and fun. I.