“Sparky,” Pam exclaimed. She gave me a sly smile as she spoke. “Sparky!” I could hear Doug shout from inside. As I entered the room I could se... the sheer joy light up upon Doug’s face. I can’t recall ever seeing a happier child, even at Christmastime. Dinner was a similarly joyous affair. Pam made a delicious meal of roast chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy and green beans. It was hard keeping Sparky from crawling onto the table from Doug’s lap, but nobody seemed to really mind. Afterwards the. Tongue was plundering her mouth as I continued to plunge a finger into her depths. Pumping it in and out I noticed how tight she was, My cock ached to be inside her. But no, not this time. This was a time for teasing her, pleasing her. I motioned against the machine with my groin a couple more times for comfort, plunging my finger in and out then adding a second finger. So tight, I felt her building up for another release. I felt her legs wrap around my hips tightly as she drove her pelvis hard. I didn't for one moment believe he would agree to this so both ourfantasies would remain just that, fantasies. When I raised the subjectwith him I was happy with his blunt refusal.But the seed was planted. Why was Steve not satisfied with the way thingswere? Didn't I satisfy him? Did I need to take a more active role in oursex life? I started to dress more provocatively not only on a Saturdaynight. I encouraged him to stroke my stockinged legs. For the first timein our relationship I was taking. There was no sign of pathways and it was slow, tiring walking. I doubt we got much more than a kilometre from our starting point. Reluctantly, we turned back, retracing our footsteps to the little cove and our boat."That's enough exercise for the day," I said, retrieving the inflatable and heading back to the boat."I'm beat," Charlotte admitted. "You were right about being on the boat. It does wear you out more than you'd expect. I'd forgotten that from my previous experience." I didn't see any.