And she knew just what to do to make me forget my troubles andrelax under her fingers. Nothing she ever did for me was more relaxingthan to slowly and...precisely section and roll my hair. She was so gentlebut still firm in having to have just the right pattern in the rollersand just the right tension being held by the picks. I have neverforgotten the feel of her fingers gripping my locks and rolling them downto the scalp with just the right amount of "ouchiness" when she drove thepick home. I am. "But with that dress I highly doubt any alcohol would have been necessary." You don't understand," I almost begged. "I just wanted to tell him thank you!" And if during this pronouncement of thanks you ended up on your back... ?" I wouldn't..." I started but couldn't continue. I would have been lying and she knew it."Why not?" she smiled. "That is exactly where I ended up and I am very glad I did." You?" I blurted."Very much like you," she nodded. "Although I doubt very much if you heard about. She seemed to grasp how the sails worked fairly easily and quickly caught on to sail setting. Not that she was nearly as good as Grace, but ... capable, yes. From my point of view, the best aspect of having her on board was just as an extra pair of eyes. It meant Grace and I could rest and ... have some intimate time together without distraction. I could forgive a lot for that.We settled into a sort of routine. Evania took a trick at the wheel from about seven til nine, while Grace and I made. ..he is yours.? your legs opening, you tell me to kneelbefore you. Taking a marker from the desk you write slut on the chest of myshirt.....now he is ready. Without a word you move ur butt up to edge of the chairand put your hand on my head guiding me down. " Good boy, you knowwhat to do" As you open urlegs more, guiding my head down i see n smell how sweet your pussy is, alreadydripping wet and swollen. Sweet juices have dripped down between ur ass cheeksover your anus.... i extend my tongue.