"Boatswain! Ready for anchoring! Mr. Lewis, have the t'gallants taken in!"The topmen climbed up the ratlines in a steady stream. In less than two minu...es, the topgallant sails were furled under the yards, and the topmen manned the topsail yards. Syren still had a decent steerage, but it was time to strike the sails."Have the topsails furled, if you please," Anson commanded. "Quartermaster, helm-a-lee!"With her remaining speed, Syren turned into the wind. Anson waited until her movement died. “Voice mail,” she said.Since our next move depended on that image cleanup, we had a leisurely breakfast. It took a moment to realize Joan hadn’t even asked where we should go for breakfast. She just drove out to the crossroads diner. I enjoyed the food, but I hoped she hadn’t done it just for me. You know trying to play nice, due to feeling of guilt.The call came in while we were eating the last of our breakfast, and drinking the last of our strong coffee. She answered her phone, but it was a. . the boys’ mouths are watering.”“That’s not all that’s watering,” chimed in Dad as a long string of precum dangled from his puckered tip. My own throbbing cock had produced a warm clear droplet that was about to race Dad’s to the floor.Mom reached over to the patio table and grabbed the bottle of vanilla-flavored body oil. She applied a healthy amount in both hands and then stepped behind Erika. She made sure that her exposed motherly tits pressed firmly against Erika’s back as she began to. Dinner had finished and the guests were enjoying drinks, there was the sound of chatter in the room and a feeling of great excitement. People looked up at her from time to time with lecherous looks in their eyes, feasting on the view. A few came over to take pictures, admire her close-up, discuss her and point at her knowingly.She could see that the waitresses were both naked now. Indeed the pretty brunette who winked at her earlier was bent over a table near the stage and that footballer who’s.