It’s one of those things like opening a door for a lady, or always walking on the outside of the path with a lady. Anyway, I reached under the cockp...t seat and handed her the reefing crank handle.“Take care,” I said, “I know you will anyway, but I don’t want to lose you overboard.”She smiled as she took the handle. I pushed the tiller away from me, Curlew came round into the wind, which suddenly increased dramatically in force. Obviously, when sailing down wind, the wind is much less. To make up for his assumption, he poured a couple of creamers in her coffee and several packets of sugar then stirred it for her and coaxed her to try it again. After taking a tentative sip, her eyes opened a little wider than they had been in surprise at how sweet and creamy it now tasted compared to the bitterness of her first taste. There was still a slight undertone of that bitterness but it melded perfectly with the other flavors and they were perfect together. She took another sip. "Am I going to be able to breathe?" I asked her, as I heard her gruntbehind me, straining to attach the device."Breathe yes," she said. "Eat...probably not." She laughed."You're enjoying this," I told her when she was standing in front of me,inspecting me."Absolutely," she said. "Let's get you in your pantaloons right now."My what?"She was behind me again. I turned to see her holding up what lookedlike a pair of satiny lavender long johns, except these had an elasticwaist and frilly lace. The Group meeting quickly kicked off, and Ron paired off with Wendy there in front of the entire gathering while his sexy young wife, Janet, matched up with one of the well-hung football jocks who she knew was going to nail her really good, too. All the girls had come into the large family room in their bras and panties or thongs, and Wendy had come in wearing a very sexy conforming bra that contained her large D-cup tits, and a very hot matching pink thong that barely covered any of her sexy.