Well, dripping. "Go on" said a small voice, trembling, I don't know whose. A deeper more authoritative voice murmured, "Yes, go on " My equally trem...ling fingers stole down over my soft belly towards the white hot and oozing slit. My middle finger found my stone - hard little clitoris and my breath caught in my throat. My breasts were heaving. I decided to close my eyes, pretend they weren't there, and just come as quickly as I could. Instead my mind chose to conjure up the idea that. "Yes ... that's right. I remember. I ... I saw her. Canth barked at her..." Yes." Weakness momentarily flowed over Menolly. She pushed herself to her feet. "I'll leave you two to get better acquainted." Without waiting for a reply, she made her way into the kitchen.Jeff was smart. He was. Three years at R.I.T. had proved that, his Engineering degree a foregone conclusion at this point. He should understand this. Should comprehend what this woman, no older than he was, was saying.Unless it was. The sea breeze meant they could head south and west, instead of tacking against a southerly, but it would die as the land cooled in the evening. Off Covehithe, the sea-breeze died, replaced by a fitful, unreliable northerly; they were barely making any progress over the remnant of the current and when Cherry fetched a jumper, she was only the first to seek a little extra warmth.By nine, though, the land breeze had set in and with the change in the tide, they were making perhaps three knots. Ted. For the girl, this was part of her life-or-death situation and I was playing a role that I could not possibly understand.She settled on me, a comfortable fit. I got a small smile, which thrilled me."Been with many guys?" I asked softly, but with a clit-jarring thrust for punctuation."Counting Daddy?" she asked in return, squeezing me just right."No. Forget him," I said it as a suggestion, but she nodded. It would not be hard, I gathered, for her to move on.I moved my hands from her waist to her.