We headed north on the morning breeze. The owner steered and cursed while his daughter and I tended the sails and her step-mother unpacked some food. ... enjoyed working with the girl whose loose-fitting bodice flapped about her bare waist and gave me a good view of her young breasts and spinal groove.We made slow but steady progress, tacking a zig-zag path from bank to bank. After a couple of bruising hits, I learned to duck the swinging boom and had time to discover that the girl was Sue, ripe. I know he was very pissed off that it was tied up in our trust funds. Mom had had good advice.It was spring break, and I was at the country club instead of in Florida or Texas because my Asshole stepfather was the chairman of the club that year. He insisted that the whole family be there; it didn’t matter that only he golfed or played tennis and that we were discouraged from being at the club any other time. Gregory Mason (Asshole) was a manipulating piece of shit that my mother had. She glanced up at Greg again as his fingers intertwined playfully through her ponytail. That number didn’t even include guys like him. Guys she had already been with earlier on. She wondered if maybe that was why she’d been so willing to do him almost whenever he’d asked. At least with Greg (and sadly, Matt) there was a sense of comfort and familiarity. It wasn’t just a one-off blowjob in some dude’s truck or in a bathroom stall. As fucked up as it was, the couple of guys she was giving it to. I guess?" "It's a good thing silly. It's mean your cuddly!" Her voice was playful. Similar to how someone would talk to a puppy. "Oh, well that's good then." I gave her a few more kisses. "Well I'm gonna go take a shower," she said after we stopped kissing, "wouldn't want to go to work smelling like sex would I?" "No I don't think your boss would appreciate that very much," I said. I gave her one more peck on the lips before we untangled ourselves from each others arms. As she got up and.