He had the re-breather, of course, but there was too much risk that it would be torn away in the current to rely on that small, simple device.He moved...south around the end of the peninsula, and then headed northwest-by-north, towards the private berth near the Bristol Yacht Club.The Sure Shot, Bristol, Rhode Island0930, October 27, 2012The Sure Shot was a ninety-two foot motor yacht that nominally belonged to Thomas Worth, son and heir to the fortune of James Worth. Her fuel tanks were topped. Come to think of it, it was twelve months or maybe even more. Nope, I was doing great in the orgasm-department, both in numbers and quality.But, now, it wouldn't be just nice, it would also be a win-win situation. For me. Not so much for Bella, but I had the feeling she'd do about the same if she'd been in my place.I'm usually not much of a gambler. Or rather, I'm no gambling person at all. But this risk seemed worth it. I couldn't help a big grin spreading across my face."What?" Bella. I just played the radio non-stop knowing that I was draining the last breath out of the battery of my faithful truck.In the rearview mirror, I saw a glow of headlights approaching from behind me and I figured it might be an opportunity to get a ride into some kind of inhabited area with the scent of coffee brewing or even a bed in a sleazy motel that didn't charge you an arm and a leg.The headlights were decidedly odd since it seemed like there were three of them abreast with others behind. " "You need to hurry." She responded. "Jack or Larry might be home soon and if so, you're a pervert standing naked and hard out on my patio and I had no idea you were here." With that, she began to quicken her pace, going all the way down my shaft and up over the head, watching my hips jerk with each stroke and listening to my quickening breath. She smiled at me with her pearly white teeth as I stared into her eyes. Her bra-less breasts jiggled beneath her t-shirt as she rubbed my hard-on.