Jack holds his long white cock in place as I ease down, impaling myself. The next part is what scares me. As you move behind me you grab some lube rub...ing it on your cock. Then placing your hand on my back you guide me to bend at the waist so lie on Jack’s chest with my bound hands between us. As you push it into my puckered asshole, stretching me open, I panic a little. I scream, but the gag muffles it. I push against Jack and he puts his arm around me holding me tight. I twist and wiggle. Father Basil said the traditional time is the morning of Orthodox Easter. So that would be April 17th, I guess.”“Thank you,” I said. “I think you made the right decision. Did you tell him?”“We’ll talk to him tonight.”Twenty minutes later, everyone had gathered in the great room for the Rap Session.“What’s today’s topic?” Paula asked.“ANYTHING but the election,” Elizabeth said. “I am SO glad it’s going to be over on Tuesday! It’s just become a farce!”She was right, in that Ross Perot had dropped. W!”Things progress ... they do that. Soon I was pounding her pussy as she was pushing back. Every slap of my cock in that tight hole called for another cheek slap. Zo was in constant ecstasy. The cabin sole was so well lubricated with human fluids, we were slip-sliding.The first time she moved to a dry spot she said, “Don’t stop ... I’m looking for better traction.”In the morning, when Miss Brouwer, “Ranthe, please,” came out of her drugged stupor, the whole boat smelled of sex ... and not your. She was alone. She must have been dreaming. ‘Dianna, are you up?’ her mother called. Her voice sounded insistent and a little irritated. ‘Yes, Mom, I’m awake,’ the slim teenager replied. Darn it, Matt had been just about to… Matt! Why was she dreaming about Matt? She shook her head and got out of bed, then headed for the bathroom. When she’d showered and dressed, she headed downstairs for the kitchen, and the breakfast she knew her mother would have ready. The fact that she’d been dreaming.