“Our evening dresses,” pointing to the suitcases. “The food,” pointing to the small chilly bin. “The champagne,” pointing to the two large...chilly bins.Mike rowed the dinghy and faced Simone and Sarah as they sat in the stern. He couldn't take his eyes off their beautiful, fully exposed thighs. He couldn't take his mind off the thought that there were two naked pussies protected only by an inch of sun dress. The inevitable happened and he could do nothing as he needed both hands to row.“Skipper. I also see that you’re whacking two heads with one slap, as I was the one that was wronged, precipitating the crisis. If I was the one wronged, then I should propose the not-very-punitive solution.“There is one point about which I believe we all agree, but I will not agree to any proposal that does not include that point. We must be allowed to initiate sex with Dad, at least occasionally, and he must be allowed to initiate sex with us. I will not go back to having it all handed to us by the. " Who are they?" No idea. Probably some rich asshole who spends his time drinking Ouzo and fucking bimbos. No clue. If they hold us up, kill them."Gene swallowed, suddenly dry, the thought of killing innocent people not helping him regain his composure.Holly moved close, said quietly, "pull your goggles back down, Gene. Need that night vision now. We're about to move."He slid the goggles in place, the eerie green and black playing like a haunted landscape across his eyes.Her raw pussy didn't. I have to go, customer.’ ‘Ok then. Bye.’ She knew he hated being put off that way. She was just trying to be cautious and she knew he thought she was teasing him. Dangling the carrot in front of him. A carrot he thought he’d never possess. Why hadn’t she just agreed? She could have kicked herself. She peered out the window. There was a customer. So at least he wasn’t lying about that. Maybe she would have a chance in this mixed up, confusing relationship. With that thought, she immediately went.