.."I almost laughed at the absurdity of her line but didn't want to break the flow. I felt like I was acting the part and didn't want to let him down,...wait, did my brain just say "him"?When the cab door closed I realized these weren't just roles we were playing, this was going to be the of the direction the night. I could see the cab driver watching us in the mirror, shaking his head as he saw what was going on. He took his hard hat off, reached over and planted a kiss on my lips. His tongue. I found her a chair and helped set everything up. She sat down and leaned back, her feet still on the concrete deck on either side if her chair. I had on my dark sunglasses and she couldn't tell where my eyes where looking, I was staring straight at her crotch. The materal between her legs was only about one inch wide. The dimples that are right beside her pussy lips where in plane view, I don't see how that much pussy could stay in that small strip of cloth. I must have stared to long. I was. It gave warnings and advice, like ‘line the blue house up with the rock behind for a safe line into the bay’. This kind of help could be vital. I noted that it warned about a second long sand spit at the end of the island. This one moved around a little each winter, so, again, a healthy avoidance was called for. Land-lubbers often prefer to sail near the shore ‘for safety’; it’s often the worst decision to make as the water is shallower, rockier, rougher.After fifteen minutes, a tray of coffee. Got to pull out. Baby, I'm going to cum!" No, Kris!" she protested. "Fuck me more till you cum! I want you to shoot it in me! Cum in me!" Tracy...oh God...I can't..." I'm on the fucking pill now so Gus doesn't knock me up again…fuck me and shoot it in my pussy!" she cried louder. "Dammit, Kris, fucking cum in my pussy!" "You want this cum, baby?" he asked, feeling better that she used protection and as I felt the first shot of his load approaching. "Give it to me, Kris. Give me all that cum you.