After lunch, they walked a little further down the beach before Sloan said he had a surprise. He had rented a small boat for the afternoon and if Sara...would like they could explore the bay.“I would love it. I have always loved being out on the water, but I have to admit I do not swim well. I think I could survive if the boat tipped over, but it really wouldn’t be a pleasant experience for me.”“Well that is good to know, I’ll do my best to keep us in the boat and out of the water.”Sara smiled.. Sophie had watched her lithe form walking quietly around the room, draped in just an old, oversized shirt, and had dispassionately acknowledged that the younger woman was beautiful. The red hair that hung so easily in tumbling ringlets down her back now fanned out across the pillow behind her like a copper-coloured halo, glistening gently where it was still ever so slightly damp from the shower.Henry, she admitted to herself, had been an attractive man; she'd acknowledged it to herself then,. My wife, Gwen, and I were hoping to initiate Leslie when she graduated from high school. Her own sexual propinquities had caused me to move up the initiation. I told Leslie to stay where she was and went downstairs to find Gwen. "Sweet cakes we have a bonus anniversary gift. Go upstairs and take Leslie to the bathroom. She'll do whatever you say. Clean her up. She has basketball jizz all over her little body."Gwen just grinned. She was my little slut from way back. Off to the den she went. To. The warmth of his fingers sent sparks flying through my entire body and I knew that I had never wanted this man more. He had gone out of his way to turn around my horrible day, simply because he could – because he loved me. Cupping his hand, he scooped up some pool water and rubbed it across my chest, watching intently as if the trail of beaded water drops were the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. When he leaned forward and licked them up I lost all patience with his playfulness. I wanted.