Apparently my kind of stories are not allowed. Pity. ;) Here's one that is:Just to give you some idea of what I'm talking about. The other day I met u... with a former foster-raised guy who is now in college. We talked about the "good ol' days" and all the things we did as a family together. My former wife was a huge fan of spoiling the c***d and not sparing the rod so to speak. I couldn't help but think about him and her as my cock twitched in my jeans. He said he was feeling it too as his. That’s about all I understood.Back at the May’s house, the children wanted to swim. The mommy joined us wearing her usual bathing non-suit.Karleen read her girls their bedtime stories. Fran and I did the honors with Kurt. Both of us read a chapter from Dinosaurs in Space.DAY 4We had breakfast items ready when the Skully’s made their morning appearance. Elane Skully, generally known as grandma, wanted to stop being waited on and cook for a change.We and the girls took her shopping. But grandma. "And so it was settled and we spent the late afternoon gathering provisions for the trip. His boat was not huge, but very nice, perhaps 30 feet long and beautiful. We had dinner on board, with Jacques and Mame below doing the cooking and passing it up to us sitting in the cockpit. There was wine and a nice piece of fish cooked to perfection."No wind!" he muttered. "It will pick up a little later, I think. No fun motoring!"Sure enough, the wind picked up. I lay on the bow and cast us off from. He became more aggressive in response to it and now put his hands over my breasts and began to press them hard. I screamed out loudly and begged him to stop. But he was in his own world.He turned me towards him in flash and looked into my eyes. I could see the same lust I had seen 8 years ago that night. This time i knew he would not stop at anything. Nor did I want him to stop. He removed my saree totally from my body. I was now in my blouse and petticoat. He literally forced open the buttons.