.. I feel my lips grow wet, and tears start to come as the frustration, anger, fear, and yes desire envelop me. Moaning into your hand as I feel finge...s start to slide around my clit and dip into me. "If you promise to be quiet... I will take my hand off your mouth." I nod silently, ready to bolt toward the door. You sense my body tensing and whisper to me "If you run little girl, you will be punished..." My heart is thundering, your hand slips off my mouth, and you turn me around to face you.. She invites me in. We sit chatting on the sofa, my mind is racing, all I can think about is weather she has got that new underwear on under that gown she was telling me about? And are they stockings I can see? We chat for hours. Then she gets up and locks the back door. "Am I staying then?" I ask. She reply's "Well, I'm going to bed if u wanna come up."Following her up the stairs, I could see up her gown defiantly stockings and red underwear. Into her bed room we go. She heads over to shut the. .. to make that leap ... accepting you are responsible for your life and your choices. It's easier to just wallow in the pain and blame others. My hate was keeping me connected to him I guess. If I am brutally honest, it was a way to keep myself from going through the pain of finally letting go. I see that now. My tears over him turn to tears over myself. The picture that had taken up a permanent residence in my head fades. His cock fucking her blurs. Her squeals silence. All I see now is a. He told me I was beautiful and held me close and then he knelt down and for a moment I thought he was going to propose! Nope, but my shorts came down and then there I was in just my bikini. He turned on the marker lights and then shut off the rest of the lights on the boat and it was kind of amazing. It was a starry enough night and there were lights from some of the homes along the riverbank so I could see, but it was also intimate in its own way. It wasn't unexpected when he kissed me again..