This was a small boat with a short crossing. There were signs posted stating that motorists were encouraged to remain in their vehicles, parking break...set and motor off for safety. I turned off my motor and set my parking break. I then opened all my windows to enjoy the sea breeze.A green MINI Cooper with racing strips pulled up on my left as the loading continued. Because of the size difference between our vehicles, all I could see through the open window of the MINI was the lap of the. We sat around for some time, just making small talk and talking about old times, most of which I was really too young to recall. Nick and Karen were very gracious hosts. There was no need to worry if your glass went empty, it would not remain empty for long.After a while it was announced that my sister Laura had called and said she would be late. At this point I was sort of hoping she wouldn't show. I mean, not just because she happened to share a name with a girl I met and fucked in the ass. But it does not scare me. I may not be out of the woods but I have a bright torch and a spare (backup!) at the ready.I always do the backup thing. In all facets of my life. You name it and I have a backup or spare in place.I may have also forgotten to mention that along with my therapist, I did tell my sister all about my revalations. I even told her it would be easier for me to write this all down and then share it with her on here.I assured her I would not be using any of OUR names. I have no. I looked in the mirror. I really didn't need a bra. Even at thirty seven my tits were still perky. The dress was short. It only came to the middle of my thighs. I slipped on a pear of white panties. I took one last look in the mirror. I thought to myself. "For a mother of an eighteen year old son, I still looked good. I know my husband still likes what I look like. He tries to fuck me at least five times a week." I heard the car horn.I ran downstairs, closed and locked the front door and headed.