Then the other black guy, Doug, who was even more uninhibited, since he was falling-down drunk, looked at me and said, “No offense, David, but maybe...Sarah would just like some big, dark meat, or even big, white meat for that matter. After seeing you in the shower for the past couple of weeks, I can see why it might hard for her to get in the mood to fuck you. And seeing the way you’ve been staring at all our cocks, I think you might have an interest in them yourself.”The room fell silent. "I like your style and wording," the Professor said diplomatically. "But this is a dance for couples, not a sex convention. I must say, however, you could have a successful career writing erotic literature, should you ever decide to pursue that avenue."Genevieve blushed and turned the page on the notepad, hoping to forget her highly sensual words."This is harder than I thought."The Professor nodded and checked the time. "It's 5:09. Mind if I get dressed while we brainstorm?" Sure. It makes. As we pulled away from the dock I would have loved it if were leaving for a longer cruise, say The Bahamas or BVI. One day I’ll get there I promised myself.The girls quickly settled into the boating lifestyle and stripped down to their bikinis and were lounging on the lower deck in the sunshine. I was in the wheelhouse and Pete was giving me a quick rundown on the running of a boat this size and explaining the technical terms of yachting and navigation. Once we were underway I had a go at being. She then laid face down and untied her top. I almost fell out of my chair as I could see those perfect tits emerge from the bikini as she lay there on the dock. I looked up at Gina who was also staring at Myra, probably admiring that perfect body too.Gina handed me some suntan lotion pointed at Myra. I wasn't sure what this meant, but I didn't hesitate either. I stood up and took the lotion, heading for the dock. Maybe Gina wasn't going to have sex with me, even if she wanted to. Perhaps that.