I'm sure seeing mehungrily suck cock was more than enough to get Thompson to drop whateverplans he had and come to the cabin as soon as possible.As I ...aited for the moment of truth, I nervously paced around the cabinand fiddled with the programmer to make sure that I knew how to use itthe second that my original tormentor walked into the cabin.I heard a knock on the door and knew that the time had arrived. Iclutched the programmer and aimed it at the door while I told Davidsonto open the door. Fran even turned over so they could see her front the next time they came in. One of the guys swore because he liked what he saw so much. "I wonder if she feels as good as she looks," he said."Well, we're running out of furniture," the other man said. "I suppose we could load her on the truck just where she is and find out for ourselves."Fran decided she liked the idea. When the men returned to the living room the next time her legs lay open so they could see the crotch of her panties. The. She's overcome by the need to press it up against Becca, hard. But Becca pulls herself away again. "Fuck… I like you Stacy…" Becca whimpers, weakly. I like you too! Oh god... please don't stop kissing me now! Stacy can't speak, though her mind is racing a million miles a minute. Becca looks back at the door to Stacy's apartment. "I really shouldn't…" ~~~~~~ Stacy pushes some of her clothes off her bed. "I'm sorry about the mess… I haven't really had many guests over," Stacy explains, trying to. We left the marina under motor power and when we were clear of the moorings he slowed the engine right down and made me hold the tiller (I quickly learned some of the terms) and told me to keep the boat heading for a buoy some distance away. I almost panicked. He left me to steer the boat while the others helped hoist the sails. There was no need to worry and soon he sat opposite me and steered the boat as we made our way down river under sail. There was a nice breeze to speed us along, and.