Either way I don’t use my real name or age on either one. Who would suspect that I just turned 18.Ok. Time to get up and get ready for school. First...thing first and that’s the toilet. As I get up and walk into the attached room which is my bathroom. Always thought it was a good thing when my parents built this house that most of the bedrooms have there own bathroom. Ah now that that’s done. Time to grab breakfast.I slip on my pink cat slippers and open my bedroom door and head down the hall to. I grabbed the side and crouched. I don't know if Maria did it on purpose or lost her balance, but she fell onto my mother. We went even higher. I gripped the rubber harder with both hands and felt the wind on my back as we sped up. I expected the boat to tip down, nosedive as the jet had, and then be caught in the breaking wave, pulling us under, spinning us, drowning us. I clamped my eyes shut and held my breath with my lips tight and my cheeks ballooned. We rode the wave on a bed of white. She showered his toned body with kisses as she danced and weaved down towards her shorts. As her body swayed left to right, gazes behind her followed her dance, their eyes oscillating with the rhythm. Their stares enticed her further, and by the looks of her lover’s manhood, him too.She playfully pulled down his shorts, his cock fully erect, quivering, waiting for her touch. She knew how to play around too. She knew what excited him, what made him moan and shiver. She took his cock in her hands. I looked in the mirror and still wasn't sure. My eyes were definitely my most naturally feminine feature. I had curled my eyelashes and accentuated them as much as possible"Babe, you look wonderful. The most important thing is confidence, ok?"Christina always knew what to say to make me feel better. It was reasons like that I loved her.We were running out of time. I had gone for something casual; skinny jeans and a baggy jumper with a Barbour jacket on top with some Nike trainers. All clothes.