Stephanie wiggled her way over to where I was pleasuring Amy and began to fondle my manhood. I had lost a little stiffness, but Stephanie kept me goin..., slipping her mouth around my cock. I’m guessing she didn’t mind the taste of her own juices by the way she cleaned me up.Amy shuddered.“Oh fuck!” she exclaimed, an alert to the flood that followed. She quickly apologized. I sat back, my face covered in her juices. Stephanie grabbed my shirt and I used it to wipe my face, as Amy held her hands. “Fish-on!” was the warrior cry from the boat on the water. “Wooohooo!” Finally there was a fish on a hook. We saw it jump, it was big one and it was a runner. Hot Stuff’s husband was manning the rod as her brother-in-law brought in his line and pulled anchor. When a fish is a runner, if you don’t want to lose it, you chase it. It’s funny how fast a fisherman can move when there’s a fish on the line. Before we knew it the boat was fired up and the boys were down stream. My man, still casting. My lips find yours again as I slowly slide your dress from your shoulders. You lower your arms and let the dress slowly drop to the floor; the soft fabric sliding along your body in a long caress. I place my hands on your hips and lift you out of the discarded dress, placing you onto the bed and gently laying you on your back. My gaze follows your body as you lay on the large bed, breathing heavily in anticipation. Your hair is flowing across the bed and your lips are parted in anticipation.. It always held an air of mischief, like she knew something I didn't. "I'm loving the underwear," she said. "It'll look better on the floor," I said, a little shocked at the words that had come out of my mouth. I cut off her laugh with another kiss, this one more urgent, like if I kissed her hard enough her lips would be imprinted on mine. I guided her to the sofa in the corner of the dressing room and eased her down, my lips travelling to the curve in her neck. She let out a small moan. All.