Was it good?” “Oh yes. Almost the only disappointment was seeing yo getting Evelyn’s knickers off.” “Because that’s part of the foreplay y...u enjoy.” “Yes. But the rest was good. Evelyn was – well, not better than you, just different. Did that trouble you – seeing us doing it?” “No. It was kind of exciting. What about you seeing Alec and me?” “I have to admit there was a point when you had your ankles on his shoulders and I could see his – his dick going into you, I was so turned on I almost. I was a little surprised at how good the sex was; everything I'd read suggested it would take time to get things right. It did get better, but it was very good from the start. What really surprised me was how well I slept, sharing a bed. Boats don't, as a rule, have large beds and mine, while nominally a double, wasn't what a landlubber would consider a double. It was long – which is quite unusual – because I needed a long bed as I'm well over six feet tall, but it was ... is ... only four feet. The sex was fast, rough and passionate. Later shehelped me clean my face and brushed out the hair spray. My hair ended upstraight rather than usually curling out but it didn't look strange. Iwalked home in a daze which was not unusual after an evening with Babs.Dressing up and going out was an occasional adventure which because ofthe danger of being sussed I was always very nervous and excited. Wecalled it "HF" from "habill? en fille." On one occasion Babs decided Ihad great legs and should. He walked over to the miniature fridge, which was under the counter almost directly opposite the bed and crouched down as he perused its contents. There was a modest assortment of spirits, but right now Pauls throat was dry and he was in the mood for something her could really slam down, so he grabbed a beer. Mommas Secret Ale. At first Paul didnt recognize the brand name at all, but then he recalled that he had heard of it once or twice. It was a microbrewery in a nearby county, if he recalled.