Carol has all the makings out."I followed Linda down the ladder. Carol was seated against the starboard bulkhead. Damn she was gorgeous. Tall and trim... she shook her honey blond hair as her face flowered in a welcoming smile. She exuded sex appeal. But then, she was somewhat of a prude. In all the years I'd know her, I'd fostered hope that she would someday appear topless, like many other ladies in the sail club or, at least, in something other than her demure one piece suits. No luck so. Her tongue insistent, slowly probing; her breathing faster and shallower. Mouth open, we are devouring each other. Our tongues dancing, our teeth occasionally knocking together as we try to truly be as one. A kiss can do that. Pausing, I see her eyes crackling with desire and my blood is surging thickly round my body, turning my cock into a rigid pole. She touches it gently whilst my hand slips over her beautiful firm breasts.All the sensations and quivering lust we’re now experiencing, started. Actually, the way the sixteen year old was dressed could have given a very old priest a boner. Those short shorts were molded on, and there is no way she had panties on. Her top was super short and loose, flashing the sides and bottoms of her growing breasts as she moved. If she leaned over, everyone would have been treated to the full view, right down to her exposed bellybutton that had a jewel in it.The tall lady, Kathy, hollered from the open doorway, "Breakfast is coming out. Find a seat or. I went up closer to her and sat in front of her.Shit she said what are we going to do – if anybody finds out about us the shit will really hit the fan. How much else do you know?I said not much. Then we sat and talked about what I had seen on the DVD with her and the other DVD’s. She was curious to find out about what the Jones did with the other people.After a while she relaxed and she told me how she had got caught up with them and how he had got her to come to their place to baby sit. Things.