You decide...”He leaned forwards a little. She had time to become a tiny bit nervous, but he just wanted a close up of her nipples. He even reached ...ut, put his warm hand on her breasts, but she was quick to slap it lightly and he withdrew again. “You don´t have to take off...You can just...open...and go as far as you like...”“Ohh...” she said again. There was a hint of a smile on her face. Then she leaned back against the sink. “Don´t be shy...”“But I am, mister Finn...”She folded her arms. "Fine, thank you," I replied. Simon stepped closer to me to whisper, "If you need any special requirements, please don't hesitate in letting me know. I'll make sure you're as comfortable as possible." He straightened up and looked around, and when no one was looking, he walked away.What was that? I thought. Was the sea captain's son flirting with me? Was he gay? I watched him walk away, staring at his cute butt. Was I gay, for that matter? Yes.By early evening, after we hit the high seas and. Not Ernie. He just keeps getting thrown in. Over and over. ‘Poor Les,’ Jeff thinks, happy for once that he is such a shrimp, such a wimp, that dad never thought of making him do it. Would he have refused? Dad? Probably not. Jeff scurries quietly away to hide in his book, glancing up every now and then to check on Ernie’s progress. By the end of forty minutes or so, (Jeff can time it by his reading speed), poor Ernie’s tiny frame is blue and pimpled with chill. ‘If it goes on much longer I’ll. As she climbed into bed she was astounded to find her panties were damp and she was horny. Sliding her panties off she began to push a finger in and out of her wet pussy as her thumb slowly rubbed across the top of her now erect clit. Her other hand was busy squeezing her breasts and pulling on her stiff nipples. Slowly her body climbed an old familiar hill as she reacted to her feelings. One finger in her pussy wasn’t enough. Two would be better. As the second finger began its magic she.