It looked like the boat had been anchored in fairly shallow water and the hull was visible from above. I scanned it carefully, becoming more and more ...onvinced that this was my boat ... or what was left of it. I could barely make out the registration numbers on the bow, but when I did, I knew."Oh, fuck!" I spat, slumping back on the inflatable's seat board."You recognize something?" the corporal asked."Yeah, I recognize the last four digits of my registration number on the bow. That is the. Stan started stopping by to take me homeafter work, which made my dad tense, but mom said it was okay, so hewould take me home, and I would kiss him... sometimes a lot. I couldtell that he wanted more, but that was absolutely out of the question,although I was thinking about it.Stan and I went out on a date, and that is when it happened. We weredeep into a passionate kissing session when he touched my breast, andin a fit of joy, I touched him. That led to more touching, kissing andtouching,. And, not having any of those ideas, we felt no need to hide anything from one another or to stroke the others ego. Sure we both agreed that we were having the best sex of our lives but other than that it was kinda open: My last girlfriend had bigger breasts, I was not the largest man she had been with (OUCH!), one of my exes had an oral fetish, one her exes would very often cum on her face, and so on. I know what your thinking. We were stupid, but remember, ‘Hind sight is always 20/20.’ On the. I could feel her breath becoming more ragged. Suddenly one of the lads knelt behind her and spread her arse cheeks he spat on her anus and began to lick for all he was worth. This extra assault on her senses was too much and the warm wet come of a woman soaked my face and filled my mouth slightly stinging the back of my throat. Her breasts and fat thighs wobbled as she shuddered in the aftermath of a leg weakening orgasm. I could see she was sweating and that rivulets of sweat were running.