”No one was on the dock when a small launch came alongside, dropping Stacy Childers off. With her ballet training, she was able to dance onto the do...k without the boat even coming to a full stop. She silently waved and it moved back out to sea, sight unseen.The quiet, except for a couple of hungry gulls, was the most soothing sound she could imagine. For a fleeting moment, she had a pang of regret that this would likely be the final time she ever visited the cay her father had named after. I sit and wait until 12:36am. I get out dressed in complete black gear head to toe. Making my way around the house using a key I had made for the backdoor. I proceed to let myself in, looking at my watch mentally noting the time at 12:42AM. Early Saturday evening looking in the mirror, that is in my room. My 17-year-old tight body is seemingly perfect with this pink short tank top revealing a fair amount of cleavage from my 32DD breasts and showing off my flat tanned stomach. My perfectly dark. My dick was still shooting smaller sprays of cum and it was everywhere. I had a fair bit just running off my dick down onto her hand and without hesitation she leant forward and slid my cock, cum and all, back into her mouth. She licked at it like an ice-cream and even licked the cum off her hand like a cat licks its paw. My dick in those days, took a lot of beating, so to speak, and as she sucked and licked it, it remained at full mast. Pam looked up at me, with cum all over her face and. We enter a very nice living room and as I move towards the settee I look at a beautiful modern sculpture in metal on the coffee table. Quite sizeable I stop and look more closely at the curves and shapes entwined in its design. Is that a woman I can make out I think and is that a man below her. I can not be sure but I keep looking staring for a bit too long. The man pulls me out of my thoughts, “It is an intoxicatign piece. Please be seated the Mistress of the house will be down in a moment”..