We had a typical boring sex life for many years, he works hard so I don't have to. Two or three times a week he would fuck me hard for five minutes an... then fall over on his side of the bed and go to sleep. I would always finish myself off quietly with my fingers. My husband is a talented man and he and I often have talks where he amazes me with his vivid imagination. This is why I began training him.Men are so easy to control, they actually can't help it. It's the Adam and Eve thing. Since I. . take me NOW!She gives a sudden impish grin, transforming her instantly – in a way that I love so much – from the sophisticated responsible executive in her mid-30s into the gamine, reckless, fun-loving, free-spirited, vivacious girl that she must have been as a teenager.Claire reaches out languidly with her right hand, forefinger extended, and slowly runs her fingernail just once up my slit from its base to its top – oooh! so gently, barely making any contact with my flesh. Am I feeling her. Back inside ... find the ladder ... open the bay door. Hmm. Screw Driver? Nut Driver ... yes. The tool box was gone. It’s at the house. Fuck it ... later. I’m already sweating in this wetsuit.Don’t leave the ladder. Shut the bay door. Back in the Avocado I located the 6 inch dredge. It’s on wheels ... a cart. When? ... Came with it. The Yanmar, pump, dive compressor and hoses were winterized when I put them away.Rolling the cart out to where I could pick the dredge up with the hook, I checked. "Hi," I said."Gus?" asked Jenny."My real name is Virgil," I said."Like me," added my dad, "but we call him Gus, like the astronaut." The girls looked at me and I just shrugged and shook my head.It was getting steamy inside the car. The girls, who had been out in the cold rain much longer than Dad, were still shivering, but I was getting hot under the blanket, even though I was only wearing shorts and a T-shirt. I couldn't get out from under, though, without uncovering at least one of the girls,.