Flint’s not a trimaran ... the center is a runway for the anchor chains, and the port and starboard trampolines to connect so they don’t sag ... b...t it’s sorta deep too. Like three feet deep and nearly seven feet wide at the salon end. It tapers to a point and the jib furler is at the tip. It’s probably the strongest part of the hull.Someone on the design team decided that all that strength and space might make a decent sail locker so the spare storm sails and the spinnakers are stored. She squirms with excitement and before she gets a chance to come down she feels his tongue lapping up her pussy juices. He must have got hold of her mini vibe at some point as she feels it slowly teasing her ass. She can feel herself about to cum again and arches her back and as she does this he pushes her vibe into her ass and she squirts her juices all over him. She hears him licking his lips and then feels him licking his way up to her belly, he must be licking her cum up from her jiggle. “Let’s get out of here babe. We have plans to make, because I now know damned well you and your man will join us this weekend!” *** As Angela, Thomas, Robert and I entered the swingers club, we eyed our surroundings. The place was packed and Robert and I noticed several of our lifestyle friends at the bar, on the dance floor, or at tables. Raven and Benny waved us over and we moved to join them in a long booth at the back of the club. Greeting Raven, I embraced her and gave her a tempting kiss. This was very enjoyable for me as my sex life is pretty boring. On this trip we were in this city for for all week. It was now Thursday night and Bill had gone out, he did try to get me go but I declined. A fat old guy tagging along with young Bill might hurt his chances for getting laid. Now it was about eleven oclock when Bill came back to the room with a friend. Bill was very, very d***k, more than normal. The woman that was with him was very d***k also. She had a wedding ring on, was very.