When I woke up with her lying across my chest in the tiny stateroom of the owner's yacht, I knew I had been out sucked, and it felt great.The evening'... activities had all those aboard the yacht indisposed come morning. When I backed out of my slip, no one came on deck to bid me farewell - which was pretty much becoming the story of my life.Traveling down to Sanford was wonderful. I stopped a few times to eat and buy fuel, had the tanks pumped, and got the boat washed. When I tied up at. "I'm asking both of you, Don and Jason, to please leave. We all need to cool down."I realized Tim was right. We did need to back off a little. Besides, it was Tim's place. When a man asks me to leave his house, I leave. When I tell a man to leave mine, he damned well better be moving before I finish my sentence. That was a basic belief of mine. A man's house, his castle and all that.Don and I turned and headed for the door. Don was still muttering and I wasn't feeling much better. That Sean was. Brenda screeched and spread her legs squatting down to get more contact between their pussies. Suddenly both women lost their balance and fell onto the couch. Tabatha pushed Brenda away and backed up on the couch, her legs spread and juices dripping on the cushion. She motioned for Brenda to do the same. Brenda mirrored Tabatha as she caressed her tits and pussy. Both women gazed into each other's eyes and then stared as the other fingered the pussy. Finally Brenda could take it no longer and. It seemed to him that peaceful coexistence seemed to be a fantasy of the past.Maybe he was becoming an old man. Old men were too tired to fight. They accepted the dark looks from locals without complaint and listened to the young radicals without comment. It was just too difficult getting out of bed, to even think about running around fighting.It was the young men who rebelled, protested in the streets, and fought what they viewed as an unjust suppression of their culture. Too often it was.