“Oh shit!” Wendy shrieked. She bolted for some nearby shrubs and crouched out of sight, giggling like a little girl. Dan, laughing, quickly doing ...p his fly, went to the other side of the street.The driver looked at Dan and waved, continuing down the street. “Okay, the coast is clear. So much for not caring who sees you,” he snickered.“Oh shut up!” She smiled taking him back to the center of the intersection. She knelt, took Dan’s cock, out and resumed sucking on him. A moment later, “This. We spun the sail out running west and south for a few minutes getting our lines set, and then dad turned us north, heading for the north finger of New Melones Lake. The mid-summer sun was high enough in the sky to keep the breeze from seeming chilly, but as we headed deeper into the northern cut we would pass through the shade of the mountains to the east. We were in the heart of the Sierra Madres after all, and the altitude, the frequent shade and the nice speed of the little 17' O'Day. I watched my hand move up and down, and then glanced at her tits again. Why didn't she pull them out for me? I wanted to see them, I wanted to suck her rock solid nipples as she watched me masturbate. "Do it Billie, I like that, you dear boy." "Watch me." I finally found words. "See me naked, it feels so good, watch me do it, oh yes, oh, oh! Watch me cum, see me, see me." "Oh yes, do sweetie, do it." The whole time her hand stayed on my leg, moving to the rhythm of the strokes on my cock. I. It was funny because even though Erika had been my one and only, the fact that she was Asian made our experiences somehow exotic to other people ... well, to my Dad at least. I had tasted a fruit of which he wanted knowledge, I guess, and truth be told, I was more than willing to share intimate details with him. Blame it on male pride, celebration of the conquest, or whatever.“Well, I guess since I’ve never had a white girl, we’re even,” I reminded him, “but sure, I can let you know what it’s.