Like a sweet lilac, lavender fantasy. He was in love with her all over again. It all came back to him at this moment.Sissy joined him in this moment o... nostalgia. She was feeling his body again as if it were the first time. His hands felt better than she imagined. He was warm and smelled exactly the same as she remembered. She was in love with him all over again and they did not even need to speak. She held him closer. She felt him draw her closer and she felt the stiffness in his pants against. Life was perfect at that moment, that half-hour, cuddled together.Strangely, timeless moments end and we had to return to cold reality, as we prepared for the next day, and then sat and drank some wine before going arm in arm to bed. Did we make love again? You must be joking! I was forty odd years old, and no super-stud. Jenny assured me she was sated; so in bed it was some time in each other's arms with some kisses and gentle stroking, then sleep.At breakfast she looked a little edgy. I. ” “Oh. She doesn’t look like a cop.” “Not that kind of partner, Lucy.” “Oh!” I didn’t let her see my smile. She liked girls meaning I had a chance. Not much of one, but… “You’re queer.” “Gay. And Yes, I am. Don’t worry. I didn’t bring you home to seduce you or anything,” she said, sounding somewhat defensive. “No, it’s cool. I mean, I get it. Men are pigs, right?” She chuckled, shaking her head. “That’s not why. And no, they’re not all like-“ “My dad? My pimp? My johns?” I said with a snort.. My dick was been flying half mast for most of the trip so far. Anne notices me watching her and I detect a brief smile on her face. She slowly opens her legs a little more to give me a better view. I’m quite a ways a way from her steering in the cockpit (ever wonder why they call it a cockpit) but I can see her moist lips opening for me. She sure knows how to drive me crazy… I see another boat on the horizon coming towards us and I slowly steer towards it. Anne turns over on her stomach but.