" Steer. The middle of the channel." Since her last move had pointed us to starboard, she turned the wheel and let the boat line back up."Do you think...you can do it?" I can do this, Dave," she said.I moved forward, attending to the sail handling, letting it luff noisily until I could get back into the cockpit, where I could give it a proper set."Now hang on, Lita. When I set the sail the boat is going to want to change course. You're the helmsman. You steer. Make the boat go where you want it. I took my hands off the table and put one hand underneath each cheek and pulled her into my face as my tongue delved into the soft satin folds of pleasure.Esme could hardly hold herself up and started shaking, her legs unable to cope. I lowered her back onto the table and used my hands to concentrate on the job in hand, making Esme squeal! I started to slide two fingers inside her, amazed at how hot and smooth she is inside.My fingers stroke and explore inside Esme as my tongue does the same. I didn't believe for one minute that the letters in the magazine were real or if they were they were written by idiots. Real people didn't say things like "magnificent fuck stick" or "marvelous meat pole." And none of the people were ugly or ordinary looking; everyone had larger than average cocks and the women were all drop dead gorgeous. They were good for a laugh and so I generally read most of the issue before tossing it out.After about the fifth issue Cookie started asking me why I wasted. "In theory I could breast feed Ben myself" she thought, "after all I've always had large breasts and since I saw Ben I've been having symptoms of a sympathetic pregnancy, including lactating nipples"She thought about it a little more and decided that yes, she would do it. After all Libby and her were family, so her breast milk would be just as good for Ben as Libby's. She went into the bedroom, leaving the door just slightly ajar, and started to get ready. Reaching down she grabbed the bottom.