I did not understand what he was meaning, but then he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back into the restroom, closing the door behind us and lockin... it up.Once there he looked down at me, telling that I was acting as a horny slut and deserved to be threat like a real fucking slut. I looked at him, wandering if he had gone crazy. But he was not joking; he had locked up there with me just to fuck me.Cornell lifted my dress and soon I could feel his long fingers touching my pussy lips. I gasped. I found out later that she and Tonya had become very close, sharing very private matters. Tonya's husband was much like me, and while living in Colorado he had wanted her to make love to his best friend. She was like Karin and was not for it, at all.Then, one unplanned night, she ended up in bed, between her husband and his friend, and she found out that she loved it.Karin said. "Tonya said she loved having two cocks competing for her attention and trying to out please the other." Tonya thinks. I could see the Lucky Lady at the far end, with one of the Mercies, and a number of our fishing catamarans beside her, all proudly displaying the S&S logo on flags which fluttered in the breeze from the mastheads.I was directed to a reserved parking space next to the Harbormaster's 4x4. A man wearing a Captain's hat came out. Mercy introduced me to him as Capt. Andy Burton, who was in charge of all the yacht club portion of the site. The dockyard we'd passed earlier was a separate business."Ah.. ‘So, what’s your real name?’ she asked and I cringed. I never liked to be called by my given name, which was usually used by my parents when I did something wrong. ‘Nicola.’ I said. ‘But, please don’t call me that.’ We giggled as if sharing a secret and she grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently, sending shivers up and down my spine. I liked her more by the minute, and although I couldn’t swear to it, I believed she liked me to. Not just as a conversationalist either. It has been a long time.