She was wearing a very thin and short denim skirt. Seeing a girl's panties was always some kind of major triumph to me, but this time I didn't. What I...did see was her skirt clinging to the elevations of her rear-end before dipping into the canyon between and expressing the glory of just how round and scrumptious that cute little ass was.I wasn't into anal sex. That seemed disrespectful and, after all, girls were goddesses. They shouldn't be defiled that way and guys like me should not think. My lover.I gagged and bent over the bushes to dry heave but nearly fell over from being light-headed. I didn’t know where to go. My house was no longer a refuge.Bethany was a stranger to me now. I couldn’t understand how someone who loved me could hurt me like she had. She had to know it would kill me. Kill us. Our bestie connection was severed and I couldn’t imagine how we could ever be friends again.When we discussed bringing Mark into our relationship, I put it in her hands. I told her. We quickly docked and covered the sails.Then we headed home. I was still really turned on by the events of the day and as I climbed in to bed, I tried to kiss and nuzzle my wife’s neck."Stop please; I'm tired” was the response. I was almost used to it.I had some very erotic dreams that night, to no surprise my daughter was in them.The next weekend we were able to go sailing as a family. We even spent the night anchored out. Even though I enjoy sailing as a family and being able to spend. The secretary consulted a computer screen. “Just looking you up to see if you’re on the authorized list ... looks like you are.” She spoke into a microphone. “Jackie Poole, please report to the office for early dismissal.”Shortly Jackie approached carrying a backpack. By now her hair was shoulder-length and she wore a knee-length navy skirt with black pumps for shoes and a light blue short-sleeved blouse. She followed Glenn to the car, tossed her backpack into the back seat and sat behind.