I caught a glimpse of her pale stomach and dimpled navel. She arched her torso, pushing her chest against his cupping hands, obviously pressing her ni...ples against his palms.“Dina,” I whispered urgently, “we need to go.”“Don’t be silly,” she whispered back. “That’s why I brought you up here. Watch now.”Finally ending the kiss, Betty took the boy – Harry, I remembered his name was – by the hand, and drew him towards the boat. They stood hugging beside it, Betty looking up into his. His muscular arms crushed her. He smelled of sweat and beer. His body was hard as a rock. Jenny knew that if he wanted to he could easily break her in half, but she didn't care. She wanted him to keep crushing the two of them together until they became one body.His hands slipped under her blouse, kneading and pinching and clawing her back. One hand slipped back down into her shorts, a finger sliding up and down between her asscheeks, the tip of the finger probing her asshole. The hand slid down. You spread your legs further apart to encourage me and I am stroking your crotch with my fingers pressing the fabric of your panties into the soft folds of flesh between your thighs. Not to be outdone, your fingers trace the shape of my achingly stiff cock outside my bulging trousers, and you hold it through the material, making it twitch with excitement. I kiss your ears and neck gently. We both sense we are close to a sexual boiling point.I kneel before you and you sit cross-legged in front. . and then with the heart stopping realization begins to understand that it is her that has stimulated their interest! For the several minutes this takes to sink in, the shade of her skin has slowly changed from pink to crimson, as the full impact finally dawns on her, what she has caused! The realization for a woman that has never been pursed by men let alone young black men, and by only her nakedness, is heady one! After returning from the beach to the yacht she nor her daughters have.