He turned it until it pointed up the beach."How do you make it go back down to the ground?" asked Mist."Don't know. I guess I'll have to try some of t...ese other buttons and levers," Steve said. He pushed one of the levers forward a little and the craft moved forward down the beach. He slid the lever forward a little more and it increased speed. Soon he had left the three standing on the beach behind. He turned the wheel and the craft turned out over the water, which it glided over just as. Anyway, Grace was by the pool with her girl friend Jennifer when I got home. I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of ice tea and saw the two of them by lying face down on lounge chairs. We have pretty good privacy with a tall solid fence and if someone is peeking, then they're trying too hard. Both of them were topless and had nothing more than a cord of string of a thong between their ass cheeks. I could see the friend had her Ipod in her ears while Grace had her head up supporting her. As she enthusiastically thumped my hard shaft against her pussy, she bit her lower lip and threw her head back as her thighs tightened around mine. Firmly pressing my cock against her and rubbing against her cli. Then she tensed against me and shuddered, softly moaning, her wetness flowed down over my cock and balls as my hands clasped over her breasts. Watching her use my cock to masturbate caused my balls to swell and ache for release. I could feel my cum rising as I squeezed my thighs. Silk and lace, satin and steel. And I thank the powers that be for this crisis, because his touch, the compulsion within him that drives his hands to my body again and again is my salvation. It seems there was no breath, no heart beat before his heat, nor would there be after. I meet his gaze again and again, his brooding eyes startling in their clarity. And I tell him, ‘This can’t be. Won’t be.’ And he shudders. More fool are we. We blame the pull, the completeness, on desperation..