Unlike those classical paintings where you barely see a trace of pubic hair on those buxom females, Marcie had a healthy swatch of chestnut brown bush... and the look of this wide triangle set in the middle of even wider hips was as breathtaking as I'd fantasized about all those years. Her thighs were creamy and breasts nothing short of luscious. She had huge silver dollar areoloas on soft hanging (but not saggy) breasts. There was so much woman (but actually fairly well proportioned) I didn't. I turned and looked questioningly at Judith, who nodded."Sounds good to me," I said, and we headed off in that direction.Once we got behind the island, the water was quite calm and I throttled back and slowed the boat, finally shutting it off so we could get the skis and stuff out of the locker. Judith volunteered to go first and got in the water.Judith must have had a lot of practice skiing because she got up on the first try and maneuvered like a pro. We went in a big oval behind the island. I went to my room, got a fresh pair of panties ready, stripped and headed for the shower where I desperately wanted to frig myself into a lather!I swear. I never heard a sound from David, not a creak, not a whisper.But when I returned from the shower and blew my hair dry, I couldn't hear anything short of an M-80 at this point.I felt so wicked, having barely gotten off under the shower, and I remained naked as my hair dried.I had stopped the movie when David and I got involved, but now I was. You cross them on top of each other, cuffing my wrists to opposite sides of the back of the chair. It forces me to arch my back in my corset and I cannot move without injuring myself. You approach the bed and hand Charlie the remaining two cuffs. “You may cuff her ankles to the chair legs, if you wish.” The choice stabs at my stomach and I hate her intensely for a moment but as she slides to the edge of the bed and puts her hands on my thighs I relax, unable to think of anything other than her.