Clothing started coming off as the morning progressed and soon Frank and I were just wearing swim-shorts and enjoying the sun on our backs. Liz ducked...below into the cabin to change into something cooler and came back on deck wearing a tee-shirt and jeans that had been cut into very short cut-offs. She sat with her back against the bulkhead of the cabin and rolled up her sleeves to tan her arms. The warmth of the sun and the movement of the boat soon had her dozing off, probably because of our. She squirmed. Are you going to fuck me now? she asked.Thinking about it, yeah.Please.Please what?Please fuck me now. I need your cock in my pussy. I need it bad. Please. Please.He came around behind her and slid into her. She was swollen and dripping wet and he slid all the way in one motion. OHH, she said. She pumped back and forth against him. OHH, OHH, OHH. She kept the vibrator going on her clit. He pulled the butt plug in and out. I’m gonna come, she said. She did. Uhhh. Ahh. Umm. And she. The first e-mail he sent me touched me in a way few others had. His words of love for the wife he missed so terribly but could never have back, his feelings of guilt for contemplating moving on with his life without her. He explained how he gave up working as a photographer for a major newspaper, traveling constantly all over the globe covering high profile events, to tend to his then-ailing wife. He opened up a photography studio so he could be there for her. They were high school. By now he figured that nothing was secret anymore in this house. He decided just to enjoy it. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, relaxing and letting the two women pleasure him with their tongues.Of course "relax" was an overstatement, considering how much he squirmed in the chair from their attentions. Plus his heavy breathing and the pounding of his heart revealed his excitement. But as long as the girls were willing to do this to him, he would take advantage of it.He felt a pair of.