While he went over the controls, I looked around at the seats and other different things. From the flying bridge, you could see the big deck in front ...f the cabin."That will be nice for getting a tan," I told my mom as I pointed forward.Mom nodded and told me to pay attention to my dad.When Dad finished, he took us to the engine room and told my brother and me about all the switches and things there. We climbed out of the small engine room and stood in the cockpit. Dad went over the bait. Loved the urgency. Loved the thrill of discovery."Sounds good," she said.Her yellow and green netball uniform clung tightly to her slender petite figure and she re-tied her long blonde hair into a ponytail."Do we need anything for tonight then? Snacks, beer, wine?" she asked."All sorted," he said. "I've bought everything but Pete's mate Nick is going to cook it."Her stomach sunk but all she could do was turn, look out the window, and smile.As they travelled home Dan was muttering on about. When he wanted to see it, I opened wide and he'd add more until I had a real mouthful. He let me swallow it while pulling his semi-hard cock out of my spermy cunt slowly. Carefully. He wiped himself clean with my panties and then pulled them into place, giving my vulva a gentle pat before letting me go back downstairs and drive my daughter to McDonald's."Uh ... What's going on?" my husband asked. The clock read 8:17pm and I was getting dressed, which made Jack naturally curious."Huh? Oh, just a. Ami fulo diye didi k dekhe bujhi j didi’r need tokhono fulfil hoi na. O bichana te suye thake chokh bondho kore. Ektu pore uthe dui jon’e dress kore nei r tar kichukhhon’er modhhe joyda beriye jai amader flat theke. Didi jodio tar kichukhhon por obdhi thake amar sathe. Tokhon amra adda mari, ek sathe tv dekhi, ba net surf kori. Amar kintu tokhon adda, tv dekha banet surfing’e mon thake na, ami nana bhabe didi’r sorir’er sathe gheshe boste chai. Majhe majhe didi k net surf korate korate upor.