I had to remind them to buy more elixir, since they were so pre-occupied with the mention of tying Kari up.We spent the afternoon preparing. Karan and...I unable to resist taking Kari a couple of times below deck, until the guys returned with all the supplies. We started right away with the beer, a local beer called Caribe, and cast off. Jamal left the wharf under power while the rest of us relaxed naked on the deck. All of us men were sporting erections, Kari spent her time teasing all of us by. I actually kind of liked it in a creepy sort of way. She even bound me all up after the whole thing happened. I guess I should start saying pussy, snatch or cunt -- vagina just sounds so clinical.Anway, back to my story. My parents are pretty awful. They made me wear long dresses and long-sleeved shirts in public up until, well, now. She also, on my Dad's orders, made me wear these silly granny panties that my gran would never wear. My gran used to dance in Chicago in the thirties, and she was. A habit of mine being to arrive early, which for some reason people tend to find annoying. You open the door and you looked ravishing, a white top that accentuated your breasts perfectly, but didn’t show too much cleavage, blue jeans that hugged your hips, and simple heels. I handed you the single rose I had brought along with me, to compliment your natural beauty as opposed to distract from it as a full bouquet would, and you graciously accepted it with that special smile of yours. I think I. She found my clit, sucking, nuzzling, loving it. I gasped, my back arching. I tugged hard on her nipples. She groaned into my pussy. Her dick twitched, rising an inch from her belly before slapping down. I shuddered, shivered.Came.“Xera!” I moaned. “Cernere's nimble fingers, yes! Oh, you know what I love! You know how to make me cum! Love you! Love you! Love you!”Those words came so easily as I buzzed from cumming and the damiana. My nipples tingled as I pulled on hers, my pussy spasming about.