It was decided that Elizabeth and four lesbians would take the whaler and go ashore during the night to see what opportunities were available. ... Once darkness had enveloped us, Elizabeth and four other girls slipped into the whaler and set the black 'night-sails' quickly and easily. Nervously we watched the little whaler until all we could see was a faint trail of phosphorescence in the ink black tropical sea. It remained for us to wait off until dawn and then set in closer. I helped you out of your top so your chest was in front of me and it was a sight to behold, I kissed down your neck and in turn kissed your nipples,My other hand had made its way down to your shorts, which I had now unbuttoned, I was feeling your hairy mons through your bikini bottoms and could tell you were clearly enjoying the experience, as your breathing was becoming heavier, and I could feel your warmth through the bikini bottoms. I pressed into your slit with my hand and your wetness. ”“You know what else is a nice treat?” he asks, getting up from his seat and taking my hand. I shove the last bite of tiramisu in my mouth and follow him to the bedroom. There are rose petals leading the way and some candles lit. It’s beautiful, and I remember that, though Carl can be stereotypical guy sometimes, he does have this sweet feminine side that I love so much.In front of the bed, he turns and kisses me passionately. I feel his fingers fumble for my shirt, and I help him take it off.. ”Clay slowly opened the door and stepped inside the bedroom. Looking at his mother, he asked, “Can I used the car to take us to school?”Before she had a chance to respond, Russell said, “Don’t ask her anything anymore. She is here to be told. The car that was hers is now yours.”“Thank you, Uncle Russ,” Clay replied, as he saw the tears in his mother’s eyes, but she didn’t say anything.Russell saw that Clay was looking at his mother’s breasts. The way the sheet was, her nipples were poking out.