She fought her way to full consciousness. The last few days had demonstrated to her how much she needed Tom; as a lover, yes, but also as a friend and...companion. She crawled out of bed, remembered to empty her bladder, put on deck-shoes and gloves (to protect her hands from the roughening by rope-handling and salt spray) and went up into the cockpit.Tom had the mainsail hoisted and was heaving in the anchor chain. Peewit was pointing at the beach, facing into the light wind which now had a. I didn’t want to ask her any personal questions because I didn’t want to risk making her sad or offending her.She didn’t seem to want to know much about me either. I’d always hated small talk. I liked getting things done. My motto had always been: do more, talk less. This helped me in life, but it meant I wasn’t fun at parties. And I think it was the same with her.I was focused on the cricket highlights when she dropped the big ball, “Look, we both know why you’re here. I talked to you. Liz smiled and moved her hips seductively."It's okay. Go ahead, It's yours to play with."Bob slowly ran his fingers over Liz's swollen pussy. His hand trembled as he gently pushed two fingers into her slippery hole."Mmmm, that's it!" she cooed as she took hold of Bob's wrist and coaxed his fingers deeper. Liz rode his hand as she urged him on. "Yes! nice and deep! Fill me up!" Bob drove his fingers deep into her hole and pressed his hand hard against her while he pumped with short rapid. Soon her feet were shrinking and Ilooked down to discover her clit was growing. Her boobs were at least acup smaller now but overall she seemed a tad bigger. Best of all thoughwas her scent was changing, it became musky and masculine, I wasstarting to become genuinely attracted to her.Before I knew it she had gotten to her knees and I mewed indisappointment. She then took hold of her very large, almost cock like,clit and entered me. Her girlish moans started getting deeper anddeeper as she.