Let the mother-fucking honky kiss her black ass! Peter's hand was pulling at her to turn her body while his mouth continued licking and kissing her st...mach. She turned her body over and he pulled away. He was really getting into this now. His excitement was building with the thought of what he was about to do. "Up on your hands and knees sweetheart; show me your hurt. Mr. Bea'll take care of it." Once she was fully on her stomach Nicole then lifted herself up so that once more her buttocks were. His plan had to be in place by Wednesday, that night Mother would be late from a farm ladies meeting, she had to go because father was away over night. Would he be able to sleep? Secretly he bought the ingredients for her favourite meal and found some of the home brew bottles that had been fermenting the longest and diluted another bottle for himself, got everything just right as the evening arrived, it was 7.15, she came home."MMMMM something smells nice," he heard as he worked in the kitchen,. I did have a blanket with me and I folded this behind my back leaving me resting as easily as in an upholstered chair.I pulled out the novel and began to work my way through the remaining portion. A couple of times I stopped for a short time to eat a little snack and drink some water, but mostly I just kept going. The temperature was perfect, the breeze only enough to make a slight rustling sound in the brightly colored autumn leaves. There were occasional sounds of squirrels or other small. When she arrived we set sail on my sailboat, a forty-one foot sleek and elegant boat inside and out. She was easy to sail, capable of the Caribbean trip we had begun, but still comfortable and finished like the yacht she was. Most people name their boats after the things they do or enjoy the most. I named her “If You Dare.” Finding women who are not afraid to be daring, then pushing them to do the things they fantasized about and helping them enjoy it was what I enjoyed the most.We had set sail.