Watching her respond as the mixture of textures brushes over her. First over her chest, teasing her nipples and then on down her belly then slipping ...round her sides just as she thinks I’m about to play with her pussy. Moving the bunch of twigs and leaves over girls back and down to roam over her buttocks, even dragging the bundle down between her arse cheeks making her buck and squirm. The scratching and caressing of the bundle continues on down the back of her legs then switching back. She can get sexually fired up on the homeward evening drive. By the time she turns the key in the front door, she's ready! There are instances where I think that if I snuck up behind her, slipped her fully clothed breasts into my hands and said, 'BOO, I wanna fuck you!' she might climax still hanging onto her briefcase!She has already passed the "arousal" and "excitement" phases of feminine orgasmic preparations by the time she's in the foyer and hollering, "Hi babe, I'm home!" SIN' is at. I felt a bit funny walking into the store at first. I was just in jeans, boots, bra, and a sweater. I was also wearing my school jacket.Mel saw me first and walked over and gave me a big hug."You look much better than the last time I saw you!" She then put on a fake serious look on her face. "I almost gave you a punch instead of a hug. You scared me to death when I saw you in the hallway." Well, I'm glad for the hug. Here's a peace offering." I handed her the basket of goodies.Mel smiled, and. The first days were idyllic, fine weather, good sailing, even her initial bout with seasickness had passed. (That had been an embarrassing time for her as her father had to clean her up since she didn’t make it topside first.) She would sail the boat during the day and sleep at night. He would sleep part of the day, and prepare food for them, check the charts and navigation and then take over from her and sail through the night. She missed sleeping with him, so sometimes she would just lie in.