.R: (while making coffee) to kuch hua k nahi??Me: kya hua??R: don’t act so innocent, we all know what you guys do after closing the door..Me: arey�... kuch nai,, wo bas aise hi thodi privacy chaiye hoti hai…R: kise bewakoof bana rahe ho…. !!Me: arey sach me…R: rehne do, tumhari gf batati hai muje…Me: (embarassed) accha!!R: and I feel sorry for you that abhi tak kuch kr nai pae tumMe: hmm,, tum to janti ho… thodi traditional hai wo…R: thodi nai, bohot.. tumhe koi aur gf patani chaiye thi….Me: haan. The amusing part was that rather than go home at night, they just tied up to the dock and slept on the boat a couple of nights. Well, if the boat is rocking, don’t come knocking. Kelly and I had been known to do the same sort of thing some weekends with the kids, letting them and the dog sleep on mats on the main deck while we stayed on the top deck. I had invested in a tiny RV-type bathroom so we could stay out overnight as needed.The CBS producer flew down after lunch on Tuesday and I met her. Half of the blows didn't even land. The majority of them that did land were not effective. A few made solid impacts that hurt.In self defense, Vicki grabbed Rose in a hug and held tight to her. They tripped and fell to the floor. Like she was possessed by a demon, Rose bucked, wiggled, kicked, and beat frantically at her mother to break the hug. They ended up rolling around on the floor with Vicki getting the worst of the exchange.Rose finally managed to land a blow to the temple that staggered. I love this, but I want you to rub my clit. “Please” I groan, “please do my pussy”. You move your hand down my wet, bubbly body, reaching the peak of my pussy, just below the water. I moan, “Yes” as you slip a finger between the lips of my pussy and slowly flick your finger over my very swollen clit. I buck my hips up to meet your hand, trying to rub myself against your whole hand and not just that one finger. “Slow down babe!” you whisper into my ear. “We have all weekend”. I don’t pay.