I swallowed every drop, sucking his shaft clear of any remaining fluids. Tired, well fucked, and in need of a shower, I lay limp on the mat following ...ur last round.“Boys, that was incredible,” I whispered softly. “Can I expect that tomorrow?” I asked. The boys looked to each other, grinned ear to ear, and nodded enthusiastically. I grabbed each limp dick, lifted it to my lips, and kissed the head softly, nipping at the crown. I pulled myself up, grabbed my strewn clothes, and headed to my. Eighty-seven feet with a thirty foot beam and two decks, dual Detroit's, water maker, 250 gallon fresh water, Radar, (near and far) Side looking Sonar, one hundred foot mast, four suits of sails plus storm canvas, luxury accommodations for ten ... and rigged single handed. The boat was on the hard at the old sawmill marina ... it was the biggest boat they'd ever hauled.It was the biggest boat in this years race and well on it's way to winning the thing when the owner suffered a massive heart. She came in with some first aid stuff and began to wipe the wounds clean and put bandages on them. Her touch was soft and I could smell her perfume as she rubbed my arms and legs. I could tell I was going to get real hard, real fast, so I took her hand off my leg and said I could finish up. She glance down, blushed slightly, smiled and said "Ok, no problem". Now I was embarrassed and was trying to figure out what to do next as I finished up with the bandages, when she called to me from another. As i bent over she started caressing my tattoo on my lower back with her soft finger tips. i ran my hand slowly across her denim covered thighs. she started to kiss my neck running her tongue up and down firmly. i started to unbutton her jeans exposing her white lace thong. i could feel my insides churning wanting her more and more with every second. i slowly pulled her over the sofa so she was laying on her back as i slid her jeans fully off. her milky white skin glistening in the moonlight.