I’ve been watching him, my eyes hooded in pleasure and my mouth opened slightly. ‘Don’t you ever touch yourself?’ He asked me.‘Yes,’ I sai..., ‘but it never feels good enough to keep going. I don’t have a fire. Now... ‘ I moaned as he pushed in, ‘now, I have a fire.’Whimpering, I pull him back down closer, although he still supports himself with his arms. I pull my legs up to my chest, opening myself even further, whimpering, ‘More.’‘Not yet,’ he said, with an only slightly wicked smile. ‘We have. That triangle supposedly covered our pussies while the rest of the wire went between our legs and most of the way up our butts. It was springy enough to just stay there. The lady at the gift shop told us that if we couldn’t keep it on that we should bend the wire and stick in our assholes. Yeah, right! I felt absolutely naked in that bikini but I wore it because Emma did. We sure got looks and the sex that we shared back on the ship was even better. Dad just watched us until we saw him jerking. “Follow me.”I hold my breath as I turn and walk off, heading towards the bathrooms. I’m hoping you follow as I imagine the conflict in your head. Obey your Mistress or obey your desires.I remember the last thing you told me as you stood, tears in your eyes, trying to explain that you’d got yourself in too deep. You couldn’t handle the intensity of feelings I had unleashed inside you. “So it’s my fault?” I’d snarled at you. “Fuck you, then.” To be brutally honest, I hadn’t handled the rejection. Money attracts blonde, busty bimbos like flies around shit.'Appropriate metaphor, Matt thought.'And when women throw themselves at you ... well, it's not just hard to say no, it's positively rude.'Roy started laughing big, hearty guffaws. Jerry and Maurice joined in. Matt was stoic.'But after all the two of you went through just after you got married, it seems a little heartless to tell you the truth.''How do you know about that?''I spoke to Laura at the reunion.''Interfering cow! She.