He was watching the three illusionary figures the same way she was. It was as if… this was his first time seeing them. It looked almost like this wa... all as new to him as it was to her, and it was having the same effect.After watching the three of them have dinner, the real Xavier led the real Helena upstairs, simply mimicking their future selves. In the lavish bedroom, she watched as their illusionary counterparts began kissing and stripping off each other’s clothing. Her face was bright red. You can take it. Just relax your asshole’ She continued to bear down against his rejecting body, finally gaining entrance to his bowels. With another squirt of lube, she carefully began to hump his ass, making him take more and more of the plastic phallus until it was completely sheathed in his rectum. She could feel his body fighting the intrusion as well as beginning to feel twinges of pleasure. His hips began to involuntarily sway, and he was getting very close to cumming. As if she could. She wanted to look as sexy as she could get away with. She giggled knowing her mother had no idea about any of the scandalous clothes she owned.She rummaged through the skimpy dresses to find her red cocktail dress. Grinning, she remembered how the tight dress just barely covered her ass. "I'll just wear a coat to the car and none of my neighbors will know where I'm going," she said aloud as if someone were listening.She sighed thinking back to the text message she had received just a few. "I've never been sailing and it looks like fun. I've always wanted to try." There's really nothing to it. You let the wind take you where you want to go. You just need to know how to convince the wind to take you when it doesn't want to. Come on we'll try."I released the ropes from the dock when she told me. I pulled on another rope when she told me and the sail moved up the big pole sticking out of the middle of the boat. We started to move. The wind was pushing the sail and the sail was.