I pulled her hard back against me as my thrusts slowed to a stop, my rigid shaft filling her milking tunnel with the hot evidence of my pleasure. I tu...ned, keeping her tight against me and pulled her up into my lap, arms tight around her, moaning my pleasure wordlessly with each movement of my ultra sensitive cock in her tightness. Without knowing it, I fell asleep with Arianna in my arms, her head on my shoulder. The first indication I had of the passage of time was the ringing of my wards. She was brave She wanted sex. As she was desperate for sex. . She asked me how I was and after some talk I offered her jucie from the fridge. The after sipping some mango juice she started with her actions. She touched my hand first and asked how it was.She made the first advances. Then she showed as if she was shy. Then I started with my work. I too touched her hand and then I kissed her cheeks. Then she touched me the place where I loved it the most. She was quiet fast in her work. She gave. Not sure what that was about, but he is sitting on the deck of that cool wood boat hanging from the back.” Kathy said, turning her head to grin at me before looking below again.I looked down as well and she was right. He had gotten a folding chair and placed it on the flat area of the bow, ahead of the pilot house on my beautifully restored, 1957 Chris Craft Sea Skiff.“If that chair scratches the deck, you will be sanding it on your hands and knees, you coward! Where are your floatie wings?” I. But outside of the bedroom she would say it was just dirty talk, and she would never do that. Peter eventually started ramping up the "dirty talk" during sex, and would talk about her getting fucked by strangers or one of his friends... once again it became apparent she was slowly starting to like thinking about it, but she still wouldn't entertain the idea outside of the bed. She told him that her body was special and she only shares it with those she loves. He worked hard to get her to see.