" You said George owns this boat. I thought you did." No, I just charter it when he isn't using it. I'm of two minds on boat ownership. I see too many...of them sitting idle all year around. I think if a boat's not being used, it deteriorates. This lovely lady begs to be sailed, as you'll find out today." His affection for the craft was obvious in his voice.And the name? 'Matron of the Sea.' At first it seemed like an odd name. At least it wasn't one of those clichés or trick names seen on so. I was so into his body. I stopped playing with his body when he asked me. I couldn’t reply to that so smiled at him.Sid: Vicky, can you pass me the soap?Me: Ya sure. Here, take it.I was still in the feeling of his body and thinking about touching it again. When I was about to pass him the soap, it slipped out of my hand and fell down on the floor.Me: I am so sorry. Wait, let me get it for you.Sid: No problem. It’s okay, I will take it.Until then my cousin was facing me. When he turned around. (Like Sting, Im Tantric&hellip,). I plan to release a new chapter every week. Hopefully the response will be good! Enjoy. Chapter 39 Half an hour later, I found myself in a quandary. After dragging our weary (and in Jills case, sore and dripping) asses to our feet, the two sexy stewardesses and I made our way from the clearing to the nude beach. We didnt bother dressing, just carried our clothes to the cubby and dropped them in, noting it was pretty full already, and stepped onto the sand. A. "If I remembered, this fit very nicely someplace." she said with a glint in her eye. I once again lay there dumbfounded. Then I let out another moan as she lowered herself on to me. I reached up and gripped her hips, pulling her all the way on to me. We both let out another series of moans as my sister started to slide up and down on me. I raised my hips up to meet her, propelling me as deep as possible.As much as I was delighting in my sister riding me, I knew I wanted to take charge. I.