My idea of a good time is not listening to some old geezer or hag drone on and on about English or History. Yawn. Boring! It’s been even worse since...I started going to an all girls’ school. There are no handsome boys to flirt with and tease. I always try to make my classes exciting. It had earned me the paddle once or twice, well okay, many times. I found the paddle to be erotic though. None of my teachers had the balls, (and I do mean balls, they were almost all women) to wield it properly.. Her pussy lips felt like silk as she rubbed my cock up and down on her slit. And then the head found her hole and I was inside my love. We both groaned together and we slowly writhed in unison. Kissing and panting. Her pussy was warm and wet, inviting and oh so sweet."I love you," I whispered as my cock plunged slowly, over and over into her wetness. "I love you, too," she whispered back, kissing me, grinding her clit into my pelvis as I bottomed out inside her.Our hips moved with more urgency,. She wandered out, and I heard her preparing a drink in the kitchen, what I guessed was a vodka tonic, from the sound of it.I now had to wait, and it took probably an hour until I heard the doorbell of our apartment, and Amy walking to the door. I couldn't hear what went on, but after a minute, through the crack in the door I saw the guy I assumed was Nathan carrying her over his shoulder, ass first, her teddy up around her neck. He literlly threw her onto the bed, and pulled off the lingerie.. "I love this little boat" I yelled at dad over the sounds of the water and the wind in the sails."I know son, she's a good little boat for this lake." Dad hollered back, a big, wind-aided grin on his face."You can run her back tommorrow", he added, "when the sun's higher and we've got less shadows on the water." Awesome!" I grinned back. I had every intention of laying claim to this boat someday. But Dad always confessed that Saltwater sailing was what he missed, and the beautiful boat he'd.