However, rather than go back home, my wife insisted that Monica and I spend the night on the yacht. She promised to see if she could make it aboard th... following day.We dropped anchor around two miles offshore this time. Not that it is of any significance, but it was definitely far away from the maddening crowds.Having nothing else to do, and with Elena gone home, there wasn't a subject for me to paint, I started to read a paperback when Monica came up, holding up a necklace of her mother's.. I did not want to consider that question too deeply. I did not, in fact,want to consider it at all.So instead I got busy stealing and carefully applying more of Sis'makeup. I had to be careful not to get any on the dress. Eyelids lightabove, darker smudged below. The theme today would be plum, to go withthe dress. I used a dark gray liner with a little glitter like mica init, which I thought looked sort of dressy. Volumizing mascara. Whoa,that stuff loves to clump, what a hassle. Pink inside my. Oh, honey! You don't even know it yet but you made up for it already several times over! She thought."Oh my, what a gentleman!" "Sometimes..." Hmm... just sometimes, Jim?"Just then the waiter appeared ready to take their order. "I don't know too much about ordering steaks. What do you recommend, Jim?" Do you trust me?" Yes, completely." All right then. We will take two sixteen-ounce rib-eye steaks, baked potatoes with the works, and two salads. We would like two glasses of your house Cabernet. I opened willingly and showed him my pussy. He started rubbing my clit and feeling the wetness of my pussy lips. I knew you liked it, you just like to be a teasing little slut dont you? I looked down at him as I was bitting my lip trying not to give away my little grin inside. Can you lick my pussy please? Well&hellip, maybe if you beg me nicely I will. Please master please eat my wet pussy. mmmm ya thats a good little whore. He said as his head dived into my moist opening. Tounging my wet.