“I think that’s a good way to divide the work and let each focus on one of the primary areas.”“Is everyone ready?” asked Mike.“Under contr...l, Boats, take us in,” answered Grant.The Stiletto moved forward, staying on the Ocracoke side of the Inlet.The wind had picked up to thirty knots and was coming from almost dead astern. Grant advised Mike of this information and warned him of the effect of turning to either side. That didn’t mean he couldn’t turn, but to remind him that the wind would. " OH CAROL! WOW NICE PUSSY! HERE LET ME SHOW YOU A REAL COCK" He was showing off. Playing around. Then things went quiet!After a couple of minutes the guys were getting bored. They thought he would still be talking to carol , but I was sure she wasn't.I peeked in to see his white backside pumping into carols spread wide legs.She spotted me and smiled , waving to me then signaling to be quiet. I stood back up and quietly lined the others up to , one by one , look in at them fucking away.After we. Apparently she wasn't too drunk to go for a shower, though I couldn't say the same for myself.I watch her and smile to her as she takes of her clothes in front of me. She slowly unclips her bra, revealing her beautiful breasts. Then she slides down her black thong, and I get already excited about the idea of sniffing them deep into my nose.As she goes into the shower and I hear her turn it on. I immediatly grab the black panties out of the laundry basket to smell them. A feeling of satisfaction. Later, we had replaced the bottle back in its cupboard niche without considering their dad would notice. Nineteen-year-old Gwen bore the brunt of her father's anger - fortunately, it never occurred to him that Chelsea was an equally guilty party.To make matters worse, Gwen was caught trying to sneak into my bedroom later that night. I had been assigned one of the third floor guest rooms located just down the hallway from where Chelsea slept, and she and I had spent much of the previous night.