Her head was tilted backwards over the edge of her bed, and she was holding her phone upside down in front her face, in the middle of scrolling throug... some messages. Her top was pulled tight over her modest chest, and I could tell by the outlines of her nipples through the fabric that she wasn’t wearing a bra.I stood in this girls bedroom without her knowing; standing above her relaxed body - running my eyes covetously over her form. My dick was rock hard, the thrill of being where I shouldn’t. I mounted her, she grunted, supporting my weight between her breasts. She wrapped her legs around my butt, my cock feeling the pubic hair surrounding the puckering entrance to her cave. I rubbed the head of my cock against her boiling pussy, against the magic button, then across the aperture, back and forth, sticky wet I could hear. With one lunge I buried my throbbing shaft into her with one lunge, she was so tight, so hot, I couldn’t hold back any longer, I exploded in her as I felt her glove. You dumped him when you found out, but she became even more resentful of you than ever.Finally the last present was set on your lap, and you were shocked to see it was from Jessica! You smiled hesitantly at her, and she nodded back, and you neatly unwrapped the plain red paper - inside sat a blood red box with a ring inside; a black band with a single dark blue stone."Thank you, Jessica," you say polietly, secretly disliking the ring. Wanting to try to mend your relationship with your cousin,. ”“Wait until tomorrow morning.” Sir John said, “You’ll really know about it then. Don’t worry girls, your muscles will soon get used to being used differently.”“Do your muscles hurt Skye?” I asked.“Not yet, but I’ve kept moving about.”The rubber dingy ferried us, then the equipment, back to the yacht. Sir John spent a few hours on the phone and Skye and I sunbathed then showered ready for dinner.It was awesome eating dinner on the deck of the yacht out there with no one else around. As the sun.