We no more than stepped aboard, with the yacht still tied to the pier, when Ian turned grey.’ ‘When I asked if he was alright he said his stomach ...as a little queasy so I offered him a Dramamine to combat the feeling. He sat down in a deck chair and about fifteen minutes later, he asked if I would help him off the boat. He took a couple of deep breaths on the pier, thanked me for the information, and I never saw him again until today.’ ‘Oh my God! He never told me about that! It’s no wonder he. " Walter, my food is getting cold." Father called from the dining table.Mother and I seated ourselves. She seemed disappointed. She did enjoy the food she had prepared. I thought it was her best meal ever.Father, his plate empty, rose and carried his dishes to the sink. He ran water over them and placed them into the dishwasher. "Lisa, Walter, please hand wash and dry the rest.Dad sat in his chair, reading Dostoyevsky. We clinked china and glass and bumped elbows."Has Father lied to you?" I. Todd had a dark complection, not swarthy or latino, but just well tannedwith very dark brown hair and brown eyes. He hadn't shaved for a day or soand I found his stubble to be strangely exciting. Todd is 25 and standsabout five ten or five eleven, just a bit shorter than me, and clearlyworked out.I forced my thoughts away from him and concentrated on fixing theleak. There was also a problem with the drain and as I lay under the sinkworking on it, Todd sat on a chair at the kitchen table. We finished our fuck, and Peter drove me to the bottom of our avenue, and I walked the rest of the way home, basically to let the night breeze cool me down, so the smell of sweat, cum, and juice, wouldn't be so powerful as I walked into the house, of course my husband wasn't home, so I jumped in the shower, and gave myself a good scrub, feeling the tenderness of my cunt lips, where Peter had pounded them, I dried myself off, and got into my PJ's, which I had started wearing when Peter started.