It was a long evening. The gist of her story went like this: She and Tanner, when they were an item, had a crazy kind of sexual relationship, and when...he broke up with her to move out of town, it was a psychologically scarring experience. She was absolutely desperate to get him back. Tanner rejected a long distance relationship and didn't want her to come with him ' he didn't think either of them were ready for that.Even when she began dating other guys, she was obsessed with Tanner. Tanner. She released the line and ducked under the boom as it swung across the boat. Jumping over to the port capstan, she wound it to tighten the jib, her powerful arms competing against the wind on the sail.Locking off the line as Wind Dancer picked up speed, she looked ahead at a tiny cove she could only just make out in the distance. “Is that where we're heading?”“Yes. It should be beautiful and calm once we pass the headland.”She went to sit on the foredeck to observe their progress. Slower on the. Are you okay?”“Of course I’m okay, you goof.”I blinked and treaded water.“Aren’t you going to say hello?” she asked shyly.I felt my neck and face heating. “Uh ... hi.”I looked over to the lake’s edge and my heart sank when I realized not only was my family watching, hers was too. They were all laughing. Great, I thought to myself, the first time I see Gina in almost a year, and I unceremoniously toss her into the water—in front of her whole family.“Is she okay?” my dad called out.I wanted to. She spread her legs over my cock, and slowly impaled herself on me. Although I had my own furtive experiences, this was my first real sex. She begin to buck up and down, and the sensation was indeed all that had been promised. But for all of that, the hottest part of it for me at the time was her moans and whimpers, intermixed with her dirty talk. Her accent became much stronger when she was aroused, and she would occasionally through in a phrase in Danish, Dutch, Italian or possibly all three.