Do you want to use the same cabin?"She came up and hugged me from behind. "No ... the... our... cabin will do fine. I just want, well, to enjoy washi...g you and being washed..."Perhaps I ought to explain that Orkney is at quite a high latitude. Thanks to the Gulf Stream, the climate is mild, but the average summer temperature is fifteen degrees Celsius. With the depression we'd just been sailing through bringing a cold front, the outside temperature that evening, sixteenth May, was eight. "I think we should talk." Mom added."Sure," I said, joining her on the couch.Mom took my hands in hers. "About last night... It was so good, I loved it, but it's not right. I may have theses feelings and desires, but I know I shouldn't be acting on them. I couldn't help myself last night, but we have to make sure it never happens again."I looked down into Mom's cleavage, then at her shapely legs. "You're making it harder by being in that dress," I told her. "I want you just as much as you want. He nudged her forcefully against her ass causing Jess to fall a bit toward the door. The door wasn't going to allow her to fall forward into the position he needed, nor had Jess had the opportunity to fully insert the key to turn the deadbolt lock as well as the doorknob lock. He grabbed her tee shirt with his teeth and tugged Jess back into the grassy front yard pulling Jessica down after several tugs. Jessica didn't want to be mauled, though she wanted to kill this dog now for his aggressive. Will we make each other happy?' Questions flood my mind but never get answered. Will I ever be at peace with myself? My mind wanders to your beautiful face, your perfectly pouted lips, your beautiful grey eyes, your amazingly beautiful white straight smile, sharp canines pulling my view directly towards them. Your perfectly shaped body, your soft sweet exterior, yet dominant being, making me beg, wanting more of you but getting nothing. Unable to handle myself, squirming with every one of.