A second passed before the orgasm exploded inside of her. fingers expertly stroked and manipulated her bud, and the power of the experience overwhelme... her body. Thrashing, she cried in pleasure and tensed herself to perpetuate the sensations that were shaking her. Without restraint, she cried out her pleasure, The pace of the fingers slowed as her spasms subsided. Her heart racing ... a flush across her face ... her body gently relaxing ... she savored the sensations that had consumed her. You lay your head on my shoulder and I can feel the rhythm of your breath, quick and surrounded in moans. Clutching me desperately your climax begins to ripple through you as I hold tight to you, stroking your hair. I hear my name on your lips, barely a whisper as your body gives out, exhausted. I hold you close, my fingers tracing the length of your spine, amazed at how good you feel from the inside, tight and wet. You surprise me when you begin writhing on me again a few minutes later. I. . just a light nudge.I dropped the bow ladder and climbed down to the concrete ramp. I had minutes ... not hours. I ran to the club, told the bartender I was taking my Farr 3.7 and trailer and proceeded to do just that. Taking the boat with the trailer I moved it down the ramp. I had snubbed the anchor and unshackled it. I ran the chain over my homemade bow hoist and used the windlass to lift the boat over the bows and on to the trampoline. A couple of bungee cords to hold it down I backed away. For almost 4 years, weekends would always be special time, whether Mother, my sister and I were at home together or whether I was there with either of them. The dressing was just what I did, evenings were always rather easy but the weekends much more intense.A typical weekend would start Friday evening when I returned home from school, straight into the bath, made myself as clean as possible and then into the clothes I had laid out before I went to school that morning. Nothing too outlandish,.