I gasped involuntarily but did not want to acknowledge what she was hopefully going to do. The hand under my balls moved up to fist the shaft of my co...k, squeezing firmly. I held my breath, too embarrassed and aroused to say anything.She pulled the sheet back, which did not bother me at that point. “I need just a little more oil to do this right,” she said. Fuck! I was going to get a hand job, for real. The pain in my thigh may have still been there, but I was totally unaware of it.She poured. I felt the movement of the boat that told me someone had come aboard. In a minute, Rachael's pretty head appeared above the ladder and she joined me. From her eyes, I could tell she was in about the same condition I was. If this wasn't a woman in love, I've never seen one!I'd rigged the awning over the fly bridge to keep off the direct sun. As soon as she was under it, Rachael flowed into my lap. With the bikini she was wearing, she might as well have been naked. I got as hard as if I hadn't. Please don't mention it again." I put my foot down. Yeah we all know how much good that does, don't we men?Why all this debate about a high school reunion you ask. I will have to go back into my history and life to explain. Please bear with me.I have had two serious romantic relationships in my life. My first relationship, my first love, is the one that was causing all the turmoil. The girl or women in question was Barbara Ann Johnson, known as Bobbie. I met Bobbie in high school and she was a. We found times to fuck one more time that month and go 69 twice. Finally the end of the box of pills came. I went to Ms. Green and got another box. Like she had said, she expected me to fuck her again. This time she wanted me to put two fingers in her ass right as soon as I started fucking her and to pump them in and out the whole time and spit on them to keep them wet. That night Mom was home but we could not wait for the first time we could have sex without a condom. We told Mom we were.