I then went down the dock to the cabin cruiser we would be using for the day. Mike went with me to make sure I arrived alright and the boys knew the r...les.It was a sixty-foot cabin cruiser by the name of Flying Lady, a rather infamous yacht. It even had a stripper pole built into the aft deck. The Flying Lady was a staple of the floating parties on Lake Michigan at the Playpen. The Playpen is well known as an area on the lake where boats would gather for fun. I was impressed.Mike asked the ship. The people were short and wiry, dark skinned with straight black hair. I continued across the open space toward a giant, stepped pyramid. Marching stiffly up the stairs the smell of incense grew stronger, almost overpowering me as I reached the top. There, standing behind a tremendous black altar, stood a man who was undeniably a high priest of some sanguine religion. The tall, feathered mask that hid his features was his only raiment. Streaks of drying blood ran down his thin chest and drew. We started with a simple rally until he smashed it back at me expecting me to miss it but I got to it easily knocking it just over the net to score. We spent the next hour playing with me winning consistently and Mark getting more and more and more desperate to beat me just once. we got to a game point in his favour I smashed it into his court and he flailed at it just hitting it causing it to rise up into the air but it started to come back down still on his side I Laughed at him but saw the. We can fool around later.’ I pulled Lori’s panties off and I got positioned again. Still in missionary, I slipped my cock into her tight pussy. Lori let out a moan as I pushed my way in. Once I was balls deep in her perfect pussy, Lori reached up and grabbed my head, pulled it to her, and started to kiss me hard again. ‘I’ve never orgasmed from a man’s touch before, until now,’ Lori said as I pounded away. ‘Is anybody really a man…?” I huffed while trying to keep up my fast paced thrusts, ‘…if.