The moment her shorts open, I pull out of the kiss and kneel in front of her. I pull her shorts down and reveal her matching thong and the wet spot on...the front of it. I bury my face in that spot and listen to her moan softly as I bite at it. She puts her hands on the back of my head and pulls my face out of her pussy so that I can pull her thong down her long, gorgeous legs. She kicks off her shorts and thong, and I catch her leg on my shoulder and replant my face right back into her pussy.. The piss and shit it had picked up from the toilets wasn't even close to the worst stuff it was encrusted with, and the stench was making even me nauseous. Holly can be a smart cunt sometimes, and she knew exactly what was going to happen next, but that didn't stop her from vomiting when I told her to suck on it. Throwing up sure didn't help her any, because I just made her clean the puke up, and guess what she had to do that with? She retched the whole time she was mopping her mess up, even. Mom's hand explored my leg in the dark, caressing along the hairy thigh and then sneaking under my shorts for a lingering feel of my cock and balls. The sailing was thrilling. But this 'extracurricular activity' enhanced all the feeling of beauty and the joy of sailing I was having. It was a perfect combination of sensual and physical emotions."Look at the phosphorescence in the wake!" It looked like fireflies, millions of fireflies darting along the disturbed water. Beautiful in the pitch. "I only just thought of that this minute! My boyfriend is going to love it!"We talked about her love life for about 15 minutes and she told me her current boyfriend knew all about me and how she had often compared earlier guys to me. She even told him that if she ever met me again she was going to fuck me, but she didn't think he believed her. With that she started stroking me again, and I began to finger her pussy. She was still wet from earlier, so I rolled on top of her and slid all the way.