‘These are friends of mine James and Monica, and Jarryd and Samantha.’ They all said ‘hi’. ‘They are joining us on this little cruise.’ S... began a very pleasant afternoon. The sails were raised by the yachts automatic systems, the zodiac was stowed, the transom closed and the anchor weighed. The helmsman who was up in the fly bridge, bore away from the wind and ‘The West Wind’ gracefully began to cut through the sea. Lunch was served. A beautiful seafood spread accompanied by exquisite French. I could see two pointy bumps pressing against the shirt where the padded cups of her bra would normally be. She cuddled up next to me and pulled the blanket that Chloe and I were sharing over her legs.This quickly became the norm when we watched movies downstairs. I started paying more attention to Cindy, her developing body, and how she acted around me. One weekend night Chloe and I started watching a movie, downstairs on the couch as usual. I know it was a weekend, because it was late and. I couldn't stand anymore and fell down on my hands and knees, but it didn't slow human boy down. At first I thought he tongue had returned, but soon figured out he had just plunged his big finger up my butthole. He started moving it in and out so fast my teeth were chattering. There was no way to tell him to stop, or at least slow down. Then, two fingers! My god, two big human fingers in my tight little hole felt as big as a horse cock. That's it, big fellow, pound me good! But, shit! He. I flew into Chicago and then took the long bus ride to Tulsa, wanting to experience Route 66. After almost two years of meeting Charlie, my cyber lover, I wanted to surprise her, just show up, a daring act in itself as fear of what a disaster this might be swept over me. What would she think when she realized who I was? Would she be disappointed? Disillusioned? Alarmed? Would I? For some reason, surprising how this sounds, we had never exchanged photos. Would she be what I fantasized after.