That way he don't know....all I'm doing is torturing myself, But I can't help it. I'd be lieing if I said it don't bother me at all that she's home fu...king while I'm at work. I a kinky son of a bitch, I want to watch her. But she won't let me because all but one of my buddies that fuck her don't know I know. Tim is the only one that knows. I asked her to fill the others in and she said NO, I like fucking without you watching. On days like that it seems forever for five to roll around. Once at. “Hi, kids!” Heather said, beaming. “How was the trip?” She acted totally oblivious to our pending indecent exposure charge though she was clearly blocking the doorway with her body.“Fine, Miss Heather, may we come inside?” Jess asked quickly but calmly. Certainly more calmly than I felt.“Not just yet, I’m afraid. So that I know that you guys are serious about this, I need you to prove it to me. Aaron, I need you to bend Jessica over right here and take her from behind.”Jess and I looked at each. Her lips brushed my neck again as she told me everything was fine and to enjoy myself. My chair screeched as Ms. Jean pushed me back. I looked down at her as she knelt between my smooth creamy legs. She opened her blouse and unhooked her bra as she looked up at me. Ms. Jean’s tits hung and dragged against my legs as she hooked her fingers into my shorts and panties. Mr. Rick began to remove all his clothes as his wife pulled off my soccer flats followed by my wet shorts and panties. Ms. Jean. She is a naughty dream under sails, damn it! Captain Fortescue is a lucky man." Aye, sir. We logged fourteen and a half knots this spring with a quarterly wind! And the quarters! We have rat holes here by comparison." Still, I'll take Syren over a shore command any time. She's one of the best of her class, and we have a good crew. Now, let's get her ready for anchoring!" Aye-aye, sir!" Partridge replied, their brief moment of idle chat over. "Boatswain! Ready for anchoring! Mr. Lewis, have the.