His instructions were simple enough. I was to undress and cover myself with the robe, then sit on the sofa they had set up in the middle of the room. ...fter the class was ready, I would remove the robe and be as still as I could. With each article of clothing I removed, my heart beat faster. I could feel my blood rushing through my veins, making me feel hot, like the sun was beaming directly on me. The air felt cool on my hot skin. My nipples were tempted out by the coolness of the room and. As is so often the case when drinking beer – nature calls often. The woman revealed that she needed to pee so I escorted her to the head. The only one vacant was off the tiny two-bunk cabin assigned to the Sailing Master and the Coxswain who were both ashore. Gentleman that I was, I stood guard while she did her thing inside and when she came out, she kissed me in thanks. I took advantage. I returned her kiss which quickly deepened into lots of tongue and moaning, ass squeezing, belly. I asked how Ron was and she said, “Same old, same old.”“Is that a good or bad thing?” I asked trying to delve deeper for a secret meaning.“Not good,” she said, “He was home for the first time in five days and all we wanted to do was watch hockey.” She paused and then stressed “Hockey.”“Well you know men, they have very limited interests. Sex, food and sports.”“Well he only seems to have two,” she said frustrated.Later, at the end of day she came in to my room all flushed and said, “I got. " Yeah!" April smiled. She was pretty and innocent, with her bushy, brown hair and glasses; a sexy nerd. My guilt returned, bubbling inside my stomach. "Doesn't it sound like fun?" Sure," I lied. I was getting good at lying to April. Going to a bar with Lillian, especially pregnant and unable to drink, didn't sound like fun.April turned, her stomach gently swelling with Master's child, her large, dark nipples were hard. They were so big compared to her tiny breasts. Though hers were swelling.