His intent was well thought out but fate had a nasty habit of sometimes causing well-intentioned plans to go far astray.Sophia's father was driven to ...he brink of vexation by her incessant chattering about "Jeffrey did this, and Jeffrey likes that" that he had no other recourse but to relay his finding about the actions of young Jeffrey on the shooting weekend. His daughter looked at him with a look of sheer disbelief as he described in great detail the way Jeffrey treated the simple servant. Et me first say that this is a real story, just as all of my other stories. Nothing is made up and nothing is exaggerated. Hope you enjoy it and please share your thoughts in the comments A wet spot was forming near where I'd touched myself. 'You've got to be kidding me.' 'Nope. I showed you mine. It's only fair.' 'But, all the people...' She shrugged and began to work her skirt back into its original position. Wait, I gestured. The ache between my own legs was only growing stronger, as was my craving for more of her . I worked my shaft around until it was pointed toward my belly button, then pressed my waistband downward, exposing the pr-ecum slickened head of my prick. I. Then she come swimming under the boat. 'Stay put.' she said. 'We'll have you AND your boat out of here in a few, ' she said. And she did."Thought we were goners, Harbormaster."We heard scrabbling at the bow and then she at the stern. The boat started rocking more. The Wendy ... her, you know ... the clean water witch ... she come under the deck with a rope and tied it to the mast. We rolled and were out. We immediately took to the pumps. The higher up she rose the easier it was to see we were.