He liked to look at me when we had sex and I didn't mind."Oh yeah." Kurt leaned close for a kiss and his lips were dry on mine, soft and smooth. I let...his tongue tease mine for a moment."Do you think about some thing?" I licked my lips. "Or some one?" Uhhh ... Yes," Kurt grinned and his right hand moved down to my hip, stroking my skin and continuing slowly towards my ass."Oh, I don't like this," I sighed."I think of you mostly," he told me seriously, and I let Kurt pull my body even closer. The wharf was long enough to take both boats.Boatman had to supply lines and fenders for both hulls. EVERYTHING was simply gone from the rescued hull ... an embarrassment of people but nothing else. Since evening was falling, very little could be done in the dark ... the questions could be asked in the harbormasters quarters or wait til morning. Morning sounds better than working late.Tropical islanders don't have to WORK. The teens at the beach were playing a game called 'treenuthunt.' Very. “Let’s try something,” Jeff said. “Anything Jeff! What?” “Come with me,” Jeff said, leaving the bed. “Where?” “Right here.” Jeff closed the lace privacy curtain over the balcony door so that they could see out but the outside could not see in. Jeff positioned Katrina, legs spread and hands on the balcony door for balance. He moved behind her and reached his right arm around Katrina and began to stroke her folds and her clitoris. With his left hand, Jeff placed his cock to Katrina’s now. I have never touched alcohol in my life.”I laughed.“Whoever suggested that I am going to ask you to consume alcohol?”“But that is what people call cocktail, right?”“Yes, but this one is different, but will produce more thrill and kick than alcohol. ”“Okay, tell me more clearly what do you mean? ”“See, that bottle contains both my piss and juice. Now you are going to piss into the same bottle. We are going to drink that together for the rest of the journey or till the stocks last whichever is.