A short, sandy haired, very muscular man crawled out. ‘Hi, Roger Syvertson,’ the man said, nice to see you again, Virgil.’ He stick out his paw ...nd dad grabbed it and shook it vigorously. ‘Hi, Roger, meet my son, Virg,’ dad said and Roger stuck his hand in my direction. I had a feeling and was ready as the vice clamped down on my hand. I returned the squeeze and luckily, I didn’t receive any broken bones. Those short guys always have to make up for their size with some kind of big muscle deal. She thrust at him, pulling him back. He relaxed, and sank back into her. She pushed then, wanting more movement. He lifted her a little, moving against the weight and the pressure. She relaxed, and hauled him back in. They slowly got a rhythm going, her body against the wall, his in free space. The smooth, slippery friction got hotter. He got harder. She got wetter. They pumped now, a single machine, with one aim. They slid apart and together, in and out, up and down. He dragged himself to the. I asked Mrs O if she was still up for it and she looked at me and nodded. I told her to recline the seat and put her foot up on the dash which she did. I leaned across and pulled the tie at the side of her dress and slowly opened it revealing her white underwear. Without prompting she started to run her hands over her breasts and down her body,along the inside of her thighs and over the crotch of her panties. I saw the guy outside motion to the other men to come over and within seconds there. "Here," Jessica said, "take the wheel." But..."Jessica stepped away and placed Chrissie's hands on the wheel. "Turn the wheel slightly ... now back ... a little more, straighten up. Okay. The course is a little west of south. We're okay for a bit, just need to keep an eye open for buoys."Chrissie stood with a look of concentration on her face, moving the wheel slightly. Dave and Jessica moved about the boat but there was always one of them not too far away from Chrissie, who no longer looked.