"Kathy started giggling. Millie joined in. They seemed to be having trouble taking the outburst seriously. I could see the one boy's face turning red ...nd waved for Kathy to stop giggling. She nodded at me and then stood up."Is that all you think happens?" Kathy asked the boy with the red face. "Look, I'm not someone who has a great score, and even again if I tried I doubt I'd get one high enough to volunteer. I'm not someone who will stand up for others normally." You're doing it now,". But how, she wondered, had she allowed herself to take sides in a battle that she cared nothing about? She had no dog in that fight! Could it be because she had decided to allow Alan Dean to be the one to formally take her maidenhead, albeit symbolically because her own fingers had long since obliterated that virginal obstacle?She shook her head as if to clear cobwebs, to put Melody Dean from her mind. Her thoughts for the next few hours would be only about the thrill that she anticipated as. On reflection it took perhaps twenty years of passive observation to figure out exactly what had so distorted their sea-fever. And yes, it has something to do with genes and memory and yes, change. And this is where I came to play a small, supporting role in the unfolding drama of their lives. As it turned out, they both enjoyed racing sailboats, and they seemed to enjoy racing against one another. When they were both out on the water, which was often, and when they were in reasonable proximity. I loved the feel of it. I lift up on my shaft a few times with just two fingers and let it fall again and hit my stomach. My little finger roaming on the poor balls strapped firmly tight in the leather strip feeling like the soft lips of Kashi. Ounghhhh yes, Kashi yes and I moaned almost shrieking with body sinking lower and lower in sexy heaven.Big cock knob on my shaft was leaking pre-cum and so I milked the piston producing small stream on the head and at this point I felt my sac stirring.