Marsha tries to stifle a moan but is unsuccessful."You really like this, don't you?'"Marsha gets up and faces him. Her palms are on his chest to stead... her from the boat's motion."You know I am really turned on. Playing with me is one thing, but I'm still not sure about the fucking."Kurt places his hands lightly on her hips. "I understand. I am not going to pressure you. It's been great so far. You are really losing your inhibitions."Just then a motorboat passes close by, rocking the sailboat. "If you feel the urge to cum, just pull out." With that in mind, I slid my cock into her. It was unlike any pussy I had felt. So wet, so hot, so wrong. I watched as her tits bounced up and down with every thrust. I saw the look on her face and felt her hand squeeze my shoulder as she orgasmed. She knew it was just as wrong as I did, and she loved it just as much.With every thrust, I resisted the urge to cum. I was afraid of cumming in her pussy, but couldn't stop. Almost as if she. ” He tried to think of a casual way of asking her to sleep with him. For all their talking, they’d hardly touched on romance—or maybe there’d been romance in every word. “I’ll walk you to your hotel,” she said. “Hey, that’s really nice of you,” he said. His voice sounded fakey and forced in his ears. All of a sudden, he wasn’t tired at all, instead his heart was hammering in his chest and his blood sang in his ears. There was hardly any talk on the way back to the hotel, just the awareness of. "Billy, I'm not that ugly am I?" What, no of course not," I said."Fucking Teddy's not rung me again tonight," she said, "the fucking bastard." I've got great tits haven't I," she said holding her gown apart to expose her tits completely to me. "My legs are long and slim too." Sis," I said, "you have a great body."What I said was nothing short of the truth."So with all this why won't that bastard ring me up," she said. "Fucking men."There was not a lot I could say to consol her so I kept my.