The women are Katie, Sammie, Natasha, Christy, Melissa, Vicky, and Stacey for now. Oh, and Amber, which actually makes eight,” I declared as we wrap...ed up breakfast.“Yeah, it seems pretty clear to me that Amber wants in on this. Nineteen total folks, with the option of adding more lucky bastards and bitches!” Katie declared as she sat on my lap now and kissed me repeatedly.“So, let’s settle on some basic ideas or common activities between us. Besides sex and cosplay,” I proposed.“Well, we. "Thistle" on her way down the Stour to the open sea. Sailing Barges, are, alas, now just a rare "heritage" feature of the East Coast.They once carried just about anything to just about anywhere from Plymouth to Newcastle and in between. Once, there were thousands; now just thirty or so remain. Identifiable by their big red sprit mainsails, they are flat bottomed with large leeboards. Some of them draw only about 3' of water unladen. Thistle carries people nowadays — up to fifty for a day-sail.. I would soon discover the advantage of this rear seat later when the other girls had to walk on their knees to get to the side and forward seats. In that process, various amounts of skin would be exposed, to the laughter and giggles of the rest of us. We would all struggle in and out of that limo several more times before the night ended.I think that half the class must've had reservations at the upscale, fancy restaurant located in the heart of downtown. I know it cost the guys a bundle for. I was about to explode, and Carole knew it. Carole looked up at me as she stopped sucking. “Let’s move this to the bedroom so that we can all want to lie down.”Standing in our kitchen with a raging hard on I poured three martinis and walked into the bedroom with a tray of drinks to serve. The girls were already drinking, from each other, in a full on 69 position. It was a beautiful sight and I sat on the bed to enjoy the view as you would a morning sunrise. Carole was on top and keeping her.