He could rub the lotion on my back, I thought.He lay down on the grass next to me."Don't you need a towel?" I asked."Well, I forget to take one with m...," he said.Maybe he had thought that I would never say yes to his question. I can't be sure of course, but now that I had said yes, he sure wouldn't want to take the risk, by going away and to get a towel, that I would change my mind."Well, if you want, you can use a part of my towel," I said.He looked at me with surprise in his eyes, but before. What do you think?”I pause for a second thinking about what I’m about to let myself in for“Yes Sir ... I guess so ... if that’s what you think.”“Stand by that desk Sandeman.” he points towards the waist level purpose made flight planning desk along the far wall, designed for aircrew’s to stand at and complete their pre flight planning paper work before they go flying.I march over to the flight planning desk and face the wall under the clock.“Pull your skirt up Sandeman.”“What Sir!” Shit, he. We left on a bright sunny morning. I think our Irish friends were more excited about riding on a sailboat than going to the Riviera. When we hoisted our sails and shut down the engines, the feeling of the wind pushing us through the water was magnified by the hot sun rays that raked the deck.By ten in the morning, I had erected the sun cover for the helm. I kept telling Mike to put on sunscreen as it was too easy to get sunburned out on the open water.Around ten thirty, we were treated to the. "would you mind if I lie down and you rub my back, that garden work this morning was tiring?" I told her no problem.Barbara put her head a few inches from my hard cock and I began to rub her back. I could feel her breathing on my cock, then she moved her head even closer and closer and finally she was kissing my cock through my shorts. But then Barbara stopped and went into a monologue about how wrong it was for her to be kissing and seducing her daughter’s boyfriend. All the while I was.