Her back arched off the floor, her eyes locked over their heads, glazing over completely. “Damn, Bree you’re so wet and swollen,” she thought s...e heard a slightly breathless feminine voice say.“Would you like to assist her Lottie?”“If it should so please you, Zorne”“It would.”The words being spoken were a jumble to her ears. It was but a moment and Bree felt warmth as someone slipped behind her. The pillow was replaced by a feminine lap. Small hands she recognized as Lottie’s ran over her. She was looking at me with a different way. It was a little difficult but was continuing. Suddenly the nail polish spilled and in an effort to clean it up quickly, I opened a box on the dressing table thinking that it is a tissue box. But ironically, it was a box full of condoms.It was a very embarrassing situation for both of us. She started looking at me with lust in her eyes. I told her that it is wrong. She suddenly gave me a very strong French kiss. My mind got blocked. I got a solid. But, if that’s how they wanted to play I was only too happy to go along with it.“Well, the disco has started up now, so how about a dance for us?” Peter said, his hand had now settled up my skirt and was stroking my crotch through the material of my tights. “No knickers? Naughty girl! Just how I like ‘em,” he said as he stroked my hair with his other hand.I wasn’t sure how Peter wanted me to dance, I’ve always been a bit of a leather rock chick and the music that Franco was putting on was all. On that occasion, happily, the channel was north-south, otherwise, CC said, he'd use the engine with the wind in the west.The entry was straightforward, though CC did make use of the lead-line several times until they were fully into the river. High tide is forty minutes later at Woodbridge than at the Haven, so they had just over three and a half hours to cover the twelve miles. The fairway meanders between the banks of the river, so with the wind anywhere between west and north-east, heading.