Phir me bhi to banka noujawan tha me kahan rukne wala tha me bhi use honto ko rasaswadan karne laga aur ek haath se uske boobs ko dawane laga aur wo b...i mere hatiyaar ko ek haanth se dawane lagi to mera hatiyaar apni aukat me aa gaya aur uski jaangho par ragadne laga usko bhi maja aane laga aur mene dheere se uske pajame ka nada khol diya aur dekhar dang rah gaya usne neeche kuch bhi nahi pahna tha mene usko neeche jameen par hi litaya aur jor jor se uske mumme dabane laga usko bhi maja aane. It was only the fourth time, but her touch already felt like home."You're so beautiful down here," she said. It made my heart bounce. I told myself it was just touch between friends and didn't mean anything else. But, feelings were growing inside me for her. I touched her hair while she ate me, caressing it gently. She had not undressed in front of me yet. I was more and more curious about her naked body. As she lapped at m vagina, I fantasized about taking her nipples in my mouth, feeling them. With the basque I put on the delicate pair of panties that went with it and a pair of sheer white silk stockings. There was a white silk garter with a small blue rose to match the basque and stockings.I felt so excited as I put on the net petticoat. It was full length and so full. I twirled and felt the layers of net swish as I moved. White silk ribbon was woven into each layer and the hems were all trimmed in white lace. Linda helped me to slip the dress over my head and zip me up. It fitted. Daddy handed the helm to me while he made final docking arrangements via the internet in the cabin and mother went back to scrubbing the decks. My mother has to work hard to feel good about herself. I guess I inherited that trait.It was breezy mid-channel and the ship traffic was intense so I couldn’t just put the boat on the auto-sailor and go below without ending up under the keel of a 1,000-foot container ship. I was wearing a fisherman’s sweater because it was getting cold and a pair of.