It took a few moments before I realized that the teasing breeze against my pussy had grown stronger and that I could not feel the silkiness of my dres... against the front of my thighs. Looking down, I realized that my dress was torn at the bottom of the band that wrapped around my hips, the front of my skirt flapping out to the side of me in the breeze, leaving my lower half completely exposed. I quickly moved to grab the torn fabric to cover myself only to Dave move with me, his fingers like. People will think it strange, but on the deck of a ship or the back of a horse, who needs to cover her arse, anyway? Come on, we’ve got a city to take,” Yara urged Darren to start rowing as they hit the open waters.“So, you never intend to wear trousers or undergarments again, m’lady?” Darren asked out of curiosity.“Never. Which is good news for you, among others. It shall make it easier for you to fuck me, and don’t even try to tell me that the thought hadn’t occurred to you, milord. I don’t. Stu gave me my cheek mic, then went to give the rest of the singers theirs.“Hey,” I said surprising them. “Sorry for the time this is taking, but at least we are not crushed together like sardines anymore.”“Our Tech Manager extraordinaire is passing out your cheek mics. We will keep things less than full volume this afternoon. We don’t want the police being called over a noise complaint.”“That doesn’t mean I want you to be quiet either. I have one more song to teach you, before we start. Still they had never brought anyone into their fantasies to use for orgasmic sexual purposes at least not until tonight. Tonight was different and Matt knew it he just didn't know what had caused the change in Sam.When they both had finished making love and were lying cuddled up to each other, spooning, she had scooted up to his back, her arm across his waist lazily playing with his limp cock then she whispered in his ear, "I was thinking about Ted."Matt stiffened. Ted was Matt's best friend;.