The best thing for me was little Rebecca. She had inherited coppery red hair from her now missing father, and had an incurable smile. My father had ta...en me aside the day before the wedding and reminded me that even though I was only four, he expected me to watch over and care for my new baby sister, and I took his comments to heart. I grew up with a little red headed shadow who found anything I did fascinating. It could be as simple as building a sand castle on the beach, or reading a book,. Anya had tied her board off and was on the aft-deck showering. I had left towels in the cockpit. She dried off and came down stark naked. “Ladies,” I said, “this is a lot of temptation for a man with very limited willpower.” “Good,” Anya replied, “we will have some fun. What do you think, Tatiana? Isn’t he your kind of man? I told you.” “You were right, he is a nice man and I think he might teach us a thing or two that those hoodlums you hang out with wouldn’t understand.” “They are not. Had I thought about it, I would have realized that he would simply attribute that to being cold, but because I knew why they were behaving like that I was completely flummoxed. I quickly and rather awkwardly crossed my arms over my chest and returned my attention to Matt. “You OK champ - you look all flushed?” he asked. “You need to puke or something?” Oh god! Puke? I look like I want to puke? Hardly. “Uhhh, no. Sorry, coach. Just a bit tired after practice, you know?” “Yeah, sure, I know.”. I kept looking at her jugging boobs. The only shame in masturbation is the shame of not shaking it well.I tried to keep pace and match the speed of stroking my dick as per the speed of her fingering. Her hands kept running over her body, shoulders, her boobs and on her nipples. Her sexy, long, sensual and naked looks, all fluids of her femininity drove me mad as she raised herself.Her head bent over the chair. I could feel the rush of her unsettled exhalations by her little moaning. Her hair.