Can't try to get in there before half-flood ... say six ish."Joe looked at Denise, who shrugged. He looked back at CC. "You say that won't stress Sere...dipity at all? I didn't like taking Joy out in anything more than force six." I've sailed in her in a gale ... no problem at all. The previous owner, apparently, rode out a storm force ten in her. We'll just reduce sail. Two reefs in the main and mizzen and part furl the staysail. No point in changing that for a storm jib." Let's do it, then,". I hadn't gone far when a pickup pulled up alongside.The driver, a pleasant looking young woman in her thirties, leaned across the passenger seat and asked, "Need a lift?" You're a life-saver!" I said, lifting my bike into the bed and climbing into the cab."Nice shorts!" she said throatily, eyeing my lycra clad ass as I parked it on her seat.A few years ago, you wouldn't have caught me dead in public in spandex or any other kind of form-fitting wear. Thanks to all that riding, though, I actually. I eagerly worked them up and down, getting closer and closer to his nuts. When Chandler spread his legs so I could get to his upper thighs better, I realized he didn’t have on any underwear and that his family jewels were shining. Raising my eyes, I look at the thin trail of silken hair that ran from his navel down into his shorts … and then I saw it...his cock head was sticking out the top of the shorts. Just from staring at it I was literally becoming drunk from my raging hormones. Casually. ...............CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" she screeched, as she mashed my faceinto her crotch. She actually squirted a bit, and I licked up everypungent drop. She was breathing erratically as her body trembled throughanother orgasm, then another. I kept licking away, unwilling or unableto stop. Finally, Brenda forcibly pushed me away, commanding me to stop.Even this kind of command gave me a thrill, and I lay there panting, myface covered with her sticky juices."I'm so sorry, Alex,.