Within a few minutes we both had our lines in the water and a beer in our hands and the afternoon seemed to be going well. It wasn’t long before Jo...n decided that he was getting hot and needed to remove his shirt. The slight bulge in my shorts attested to his superb physique, and I’m sure that he noticed my admiration. An hour later and John was getting antsy; apparently his plan of getting me alone on a boat was all that he had in his limited repertoire of seduction techniques. Fortunately. As he did this I undid my denims and pushed them down to my ankles, turned and bent over the seat, adopting the easiest position for insertion in to me, and he did with consummate ease, as I was so wet the backs of my thighs shone in the shops lights.I did not look back as he approached the chair, but as he pushed into me, I just opened-up, with enough friction to fire and trigger my nerve endings, as he ploughed and fucked me, causing my bum to wobble and bob, making 'Pussy-Farts' as we fucked. I was surprised when we entered. Her room was much, much bigger than mine, almost four times in fact. But that was not what had shocked me. It was the fact that hers was very much like a typical teenage girls bedroom. She had a large double bed on the back wall, a dressing table, with lots of perfumes and brushes and hair products. She had HUGE closets full of clothes and draws full of shoes. She had posters of bands and artists that she liked. Shelves of books, a chess set, rugs, teddy bears,. It took a few tries at sitting to get it right,usually when I sat, but not with all that material surrounding my legs,I had to pull all the material to the side or in front of me, sit, orrather back into the chair and then either spread the skirt over thearms of the chair or scrunch it up on my lap. Walking was different inthat I could feel the crinolines rubbing against my legs with everystep, when you wore a poodle skirt or something with a crinoline underit you walked a bit different, at.