He smacked her ass cheek, the sudden clap seeming to ring in both their ears, the blonde jumping from the sudden spank and yelping from the pain.“Ag...in,” she moaned. “Spank my ass again.” She pleaded, her own hands cupping her breasts and massaging the sensitive buds between her thumbs and index fingers.He obliged and let his other hand do the honors, the slap resounding throughout the room once more and earning him a soft moan from her mouth. He continued to spank her for a minute, each hard. Daddy had me put the engines in neutral, and then go down to the engine room to shut them down and turn off the fuel supply valves. I checked the view glass on each of the fuel filters to make sure we didn’t have any problems with water in the diesel fuel. We were good, so I ran back up to the deck. Daddy and I got ready to set the foresail.The old time schooner sailors used to call sailing with just the foresail set, being in foresail harbour. That means it will move the schooner along, but. When he handed my glass to me, I thanked him and toasted, “To our ladies!” He was quick to second the toast. I gave the women something else to consider, “What about the honeymoon? I’m up for anywhere in the world or off of it, a space flight honeymoon would be memorable, but might take time to arrange. You might also want to consider we have a ninety-nine year lease on a small remote tropical island within easy cruising range of here with beautiful beaches for snorkeling and swimming. It’s. Kathy stood about 5’3”, with shoulder length auburn hair, deep green eyes, a curvy figure and ample breasts with rather large nipples. I guessed she was about late forties. Ken was about 6’, with a short military style hair cut, not a muscle bound guy but he was in good shape, in his mid fifties. They were both fully shaven and hair free except on their heads.We went into the kitchen and as myself and Ken sat at the table, Kathy asked if I would like tea, coffee or a cold drink. “A cold drink.