Our boat trip was in its second week – with a crew of three, that is – when Margot and Abigail finally showed a desire to go home. We had tiptoed ...round Margot's attraction to me for several days, until both women cornered me and made it clear that they both expected my special brand of sexual healing, and Margot was about to lose her mind finding new ways to get the message across.That night Margot came to my bed, instead of Abigail, and we made love until after four A.M. She was like a child. My mom and dadwere divorced and I hardly ever saw my real dad. Anyway, I was overat his place on a Saturday sleepover and we were hanging out in hisroom and I asked him if he wanted any more Playboys because I hadbrought some in a backpack thinking I'd trade him for a plastictrain station. He immediately got up and shut the door to his room telling meto hush. Then his ear was at the door and he was totally still until he was satisfied nobody had heard anything. "Whoa," he laughed, "don't. There seemed to be light at the end of my hangover -tunnel and I decided to tease her to death. My fingers crawled up to the skirt, but instead of going underneath my fingers spidered over the gree and yellow fabric. If she was in heat I might as well get her burning. Burning with desire.One of my primitive instincts I am always urge to celebrate is smell, so turned my face to her and did some subtle but serious sniffing.There was hardly a sent of parfume, but there was serotones, oriental. You open the doorway onto the street, a limousine sits parked on the street and before you stand a tall woman with a very curvaceous figure. Her long red hair falls neatly at her shoulders. She wears a black blouse under a small red jacket that struggles to contain her DD breasts. The blouse and jacket stop a little above her belly button. She wears tight red miniskirt that goes down to her creamy thighs covered pair of long black thigh high stockings that sit nestled in a pair red stiletto.