They unloaded the bikes and set off.Half a mile down the sandy trail, Nora's bike had a flat tire. No matter. The captain and his wife should go on... She could walk the bike back to the beach, and she was used to managing the Whaler. When the captain returned, just yell, and she would pick them up off the beach. Less than half an hour later she was tying the tender to a rail and climbing aboard. Mom and Marshall were not on deck, so Nora went into the saloon, the main cabin. Not seeing. The problem was with no one other than myself; Grandpa was right when he said it, I am a cockslut. As I dozed off in the tub, I was wondering what the Thursday cruise group had in store for me.I woke in lukewarm water and hit the drain as I stood to dry off my relaxed frame. I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed for bed, looking forward to a day at the hardware store. The alarm went off at five-thirty, and I shut it off while pulling on a pair of shorts for the journey to the coffee. It did look much better. I then went back to the bed."Get on your stomach and I'll massage the back of your body."I got on my stomach and Tina put the baby oil all over my back. She then sat on top of me and moved her fingers up down my back and worked her hands all over my shoulders."Boy, you have a lot of knots. I'll try and get them out."Tina worked her hands all over my neck. Her fingers felt wonderful. She then worked on my back. She was really good at this. I loved how she was massaging. So after I'd wanked him off, I broke one of the unwritten rules and engaged him in conversation. He invited me home "for coffee" and I gladly accepted. He was talkative, friendly and seemed very genuine. Actually, 'a bit lonely' was my overall impression when I later reflected on our first conversation. The most incredible thing was that he lived literally a quarter mile away from me and yet I had no recollection of seeing him before. It's amazing how sex can bring people together! He'd given.