The kid can sail ... she learned in the roughest school in the world. New Zealand. Five years in the company of World and Olympic champions ... tough ...ompetition. Tyche is cute and has winning ways. Those aggressive sailors taught her every trick they knew.“Thank you, Mr Lieutenant, Sir.” That was said with all the sarcasm a four year old can muster.“Doesn’t count!” I said.“Does ... he could have stopped me.”“I wouldn’t have gone,” I said, taking the highroad.“You did in Auckland,” she slapped. Paul drove us to his place. He lived in an apartment with underground parking. We took the elevator up and entered his apartment. It was in an older warehouse building that had been renovated, and made into apartments, somewhat similar to mine. Carol Ann and I slipped off our coats which Paul took and then got us more drinks. He led the way up a set of stairs into an enormous bedroom. The lights of the city and the falling snow were shining through the windows and hardly any other light was. She paused a second and kissed me back like she was trying to suck the life out of me.She wanted passion? I gave her passion. I kissed her like a man on fire, lifting her up and setting her down on the counter before I ripped open her robe and pushed myself between her thighs. Everything was happening so fast as I shoved her panties to the side and thrust two fingers in her pussy. Janice gasped, but I didn’t give her an opportunity to say anything as I kissed her again, hard and aggressively,. She wasmoaning loudly and I pumped her. My dick being curved, rubbedalong her vaginal wall, giving her an increased pleasure. I was dripping insweat, and the sound of my stomach making contact with her groin was like asteady rhythm! I pumped her in that position for 10 mins then we switched tocow girl position. I slept on my back. She came and placed her pussy on my dickand sat down. She closed her eyes and moanedand straddled me. She took a slow rhythm. I was on cloud 9. I moaned witecstasy as.