The Three Signs - Book 1 - CathyChapter 9: Watching The Yacht Race free porn video

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I woke up early, feeling slightly disoriented until I realised where I was – in Cathy’s old bedroom, at the Parsons’s place, where she had slept until she took over Dianne’s room. It wasn’t yet six o’clock, and I could hear the sounds of the surf through the open window. Elsewhere in the house, all was quiet. I suspected Mr and Mrs Parsons would be sleeping in, and I didn’t know what time David returned, but I was well and truly asleep when he did.

I was lying there, wondering whether to get up or not, when there was a soft rap at the door.

“Are you awake?” Cathy asked me.

She opened the door quietly, and tiptoed in, standing next to my bed. She put a finger to her lips, and slid into bed with me.

“Just for a minute,” she said. “Everyone else is still asleep; my father is snoring his head off.”

She pulled her pyjama top up, exposing her breasts, and pressed her body against mine.

“Don’t you wish we could have spent the whole night like this?” she asked.

“We wouldn’t have got much sleep then,” I replied.

Being in bed together, with Cathy pressing her breasts against my chest was turning me on; and my prick managed to find its way out of my pyjama shorts, and I could feel it pressing against Cathy’s stomach.

“Oh, what is down here?” she said, reaching down to stroke my prick. “It seems someone is completely awake now.”

After giving my prick a gentle squeeze, she slid out of the bed, and kissed the tip of my prick.

“Now I will have a shower and start to get ready,” she said. “As much as I want to stay in here.”

She quietly slipped out of the bedroom, and a short time later, I heard the shower start. I could imagine Cathy in the shower, all wet and soapy, and I wished I were there with her. However, not much point dwelling on that, it would be far too risky here. I got out of bed, and went to my bag. I hadn’t unpacked it properly last night, so put my clothes in the closet, and made the bed. I kept the book Cathy had given me to read – “The Little Red Schoolbook” in the bottom of my bag, and put that at the back of the closet. I would see if I could read it later tonight.

By now, Cathy had finished in the bathroom. She knocked quietly on my door, and stuck her head in.

“The bathroom is free for you,” she said. “Oh, I like the bare chest,” she added.

I quickly moved over to the door, and pushed my pyjama shorts down briefly.

“And what about that?” I asked her.

“Even better,” she said, and she looked up and down the hall before pushing her own pants down. “I think these two would go well together.” She then pulled her pants up, and ducked into her bedroom.

I grabbed my toilet bag, and the towel that had been left out for me, and went to the bathroom. I checked my face in the mirror; I guess I should shave this morning, particularly since we would be with other people – no doubt some high powered business types from Mr Earle’s work. I had a quick shave; then turned on the shower. Just as I was about to step in it, the bathroom door opened. I reached for my towel to cover myself, and stopped when I saw it was Cathy.

“Quiet,” she said. “I just have to have a pee, I didn’t think you would mind.” She pushed her pyjama pants down, and sat on the toilet. “I guess I forgot to go before I had my shower. Do you want to see me pee?”

“Sure,” I replied. “I have to go myself, actually.”

She stood up, straddling the toilet bowl, and placed her hands on either side of her pussy, and looked down.

“I have to make sure my aim is good,” she said. “I had better not pee all over the seat.”

She began to pee, and her aim was very good. Straight into the centre of the bowl, her pee bubbling into the water in the bottom, and making a loud splashing sound.

“Can you see it coming out of me?” she asked. “I can’t really see it properly this way.”

“I sure can,” I said. “Now next time, I should get a small hand mirror, so you can see it for yourself.”

“That would be cool,” Cathy said. “You have it easy, when you pee, you can see it clearly.”

She had finished peeing, and wiped herself with some toilet paper.

“My turn now,” I said. “Do you want to hold it?”

“Of course,” she said, taking my partially erect prick in a hand.

Cathy aimed it at the centre of the bowl, and I started to pee. She then squeezed gently on my shaft, constricting the flow, and then release it, watching it spurt strongly into the water.

“That’s so cool,” she said. “I love playing with it like that. Although it is more fun outside when we can spray it around in lots of places.”

When I had finished peeing, I put my hand on Cathy’s and shook the last few drops off.

“Neat,” she said. “Beats having to wipe it. Now do you want toast, orange juice, or something else for breakfast?” she asked me.

“Toast and OJ will be fine,” I replied. “Plus some cereal if there is any.”

“Yeah, corn flakes for sure,” she said. “I will get that ready for you,” she added as she slipped out the door.

I now got into the shower, and washed my hair as well. Once I was clean, I turned off the shower, and dried myself; then wrapping my towel around me, I went back to the bedroom, and picked out the clothes I would wear. A pair of shorts, a reasonable polo shirt, and my sandshoes. I would look presentable enough that way. A few minutes later, I was out in the kitchen, where Cathy had squeezed some oranges, and made toast for us.

I poured a bowl of corn flakes, and sat up at the breakfast counter next to Cathy.

“This is just like we are living together,” she said. “Having breakfast together, me making toast for you. Almost as if we were, well, you know.”

I knew what she was thinking, ‘almost as if we were married’, but she didn’t want to say that.

“It is a great way to start the day,” I said.

“Well, there is thing that would be even better way to start the day together,” she added softly. “Maybe a slightly different breakfast for us?”

I smiled at her, then poked the tip of my tongue out between my lips, and waggled it up and down.

“Oh, don’t do that,” she said to me. “You are giving me ideas, and I am already a little turned on. You will get my pussy all wet!”

“You started it,” I retorted. “Talking about ways to start the day together.”

“Well, I can’t help it if I think that way,” she said. “Did you know, when I got in bed, it was to hard to think about getting to sleep, knowing you were so close to me. I got up at one stage, and was about to sneak into your room, but then I heard a noise; it must have been Davy coming home.”

“I wonder how his evening went?” I asked rhetorically. “And whether he gave Gina that ‘special present’? What do you reckon?”

“I am sure they did it,” Cathy said. “It was after midnight when he got home – just after midnight, but still pretty late. He was still sound asleep when I came out here.”

“Well, I am sure we will find out just how it all went soon enough,” I replied. “If they see each other again today, then either they didn’t actually have sex, or they did and it all went well.”

“I bet they did” Cathy said. “And I also bet Gina will be a bit sore there today, too.”

“You think they did?” I replied. “Now, are you worried that when we do it, it will hurt the first time?”

“I don’t think so,” she said. “There won’t be a problem with me not being wet enough, that’s for sure!”

“And we like to take our time with things like that, too,” I said.

“I wonder where they did it?” Cathy asked herself. “And how did they arrange to get somewhere alone where they wouldn’t be discovered?”

“Thinking of making plans for us?” I asked her, half-jokingly.

“Well, no, not really,” she replied. “Well, maybe, but when we do it, I mean, make love for our first time, I would like it to be something special, somewhere really nice and romantic, where we could spend lots of time, and then curl up together afterwards. Not some quickie behind the garage, or in the back seat of someone’s car.”

“Yeah, the back seat thing seems pretty sleazy,” I said.

“I mean, it would be lovely if we could spend a night together,” Cathy continued. “I mean, somewhere romantic, like a cottage overlooking the ocean, or a huge bed in a hotel room overlooking the city. Or even a night together in my bedroom, or your bedroom,” she added.

“All of those sound lovely,” I said. “Do you really think it will happen?”

“Of course it will,” she said. “I just don’t know when. One thing I am certain of though, is that I want to be on the pill before we decide to make love. I don’t want you to have to wear one of those awful condom things, I want you to be able to feel all the sensations properly.”

“I guess so,” I said. I had never thought of that, either me wearing a condom, or Cathy being on the pill. Probably just as well she thought of stuff like that.

“I should see if I can find how to get on it – not just yet, but maybe later next year,” she said. “Once you are over sixteen, you don’t need your parents’ permission, and a doctor isn’t allowed to tell them either. But there is the Family Planning Clinic, down at Brookvale, where I could go. I guess the only problem would be if Mum found them, and asked me why I was on the pill.”

“Yeah, it is a bit risky, sneaking around behind our parents’ backs,” I said. “They are pretty trusting with us, and I guess as long as we don’t do anything silly, they will continue to trust us. But if they were to find out you were suddenly on the pill, or discover a packet of condoms in my room, then they would start to suspect things.”

“You’re right about that,” Cathy said. “Why does it all have to be so difficult? I mean, we could pick a time when we know it is perfectly safe; when I won’t get pregnant, I suppose.”

“That will probably be fine the first time – but then what happens after that?” I said. “Do we have wait until it is the safe time in your cycle? And how reliable is that, anyway?”

“I guess you are right,” she said. “When the time is right, we will work something out. Now let’s clean up the breakfast stuff.”

We washed up our breakfast dishes, and put everything away. The others would be here in about thirty minutes; plenty of time to finish getting ready. We sat out in the living room, talking about nothing much in particular, when we saw the Earle’s big Ford pull up outside. Cathy ran up the hall to say goodbye to her parents, and we walked out the front.

“Dad was still fast asleep,” Cathy said. “And Mum was pretty much half asleep, too. Maybe we could have spent a little more time in your bed,” she added softly.

Lori and Janelle were already in the back of the car, but we had to work out a way for all four of us to fit in. Lori got out, and told me to sit in the middle, and for Cathy to sit on my lap. Once the two of us were seated, Lori got back in.

“Everyone right back there?” Mr Earle asked us.

“Yes, thanks,” Cathy said. “Although Will probably has the worst of it!”

Actually, I thought it was pretty good. Cathy was sitting on my lap, and with Lori on one side, and Janelle on the other, I was surrounded by the girls. Cathy was facing towards Lori, but could lean back when she wanted to talk to Janelle. I had one arm around Cathy’s waist, but the other had to go around Lori’s shoulders. I wriggled around slightly, getting comfortable, and Lori reached up and gave my hand a squeeze.

I sat back, as the three girls chatted about what they got for Christmas, and other things, and we made our way towards the City.

“The cruiser will be collecting us at Mosman wharf,” Mr Earle said, “and then we will take that over to the CYC at Rushcutter’s Bay.”

“When does the actual race start?” I asked him.

“One o’clock,” he replied. “But there will be lots of activity at the club; people getting their food and stuff on board, the last minute preparations, all of the excitement just before it starts.”

“So we can walk around and see all of the boats?” I asked. “How many boats are in the race?”

“There are about ninety, I think,” he answered. “Now you had better be careful, Will, or you will find yourself shanghaied as crew on one of the boats.”

“But I have never been sailing before,” I replied. “Can someone just walk along the docks, and get on one of the boats?”

“Sure,” he said. “There are always a few boats that are short a crew member or two. But a Sydney to Hobart is probably not your best introduction to yacht racing. It’s a pretty tough race, and if you are not use to it, you will spend the whole trip throwing up.”

“Oh Dad, don’t be gross,” Lori said. “You will turn him off ever wanting to go sailing that way.”

“Well, I don’t want to do that,” he said. “I want to get him out with us racing on ‘Hetaria’ on Saturdays. Would you be interested, Will? We need a fit young guy, our current bowman is leaving in a few weeks.”

“Well, Saturdays will be a problem,” I replied. “Our group has rehearsals every Saturday afternoon, and I will be playing at the Mirage on Saturday evenings.”

“Oh, that’s a pity, you would be good there, I am sure,” he said. “Lori, maybe you should try to get him to go with you to Avalon on Sundays, I know a few of the guys there would like an extra crew member.”

“Well, once school starts back, I won’t want to commit to too much,” I said. “Since most of Saturdays will be taken up with music, I will have to find some time to study. But I will think about it, I guess it is a lot of fun.”

“Lori, when does yacht racing start back at ASC? Is it after the Australia Day weekend?” he asked her.

“I think so,” she said. “Although there are one or two races during January, the two island race, and the Crews’ Race I think. I can check the program tonight, but both of those are on when we are away up the coast.”

“Well, when you get back, I can see how things go for time,” I said. “It would be interesting, and being so close to some good sailing areas, I should take advantage of it. What do you think, Cathy?”

“Well, that has never interested me, I guess,” she replied. “It all seems like too much hard work, when you can get there much faster with a motor.”

“Cathy, you are missing the whole point of sailing,” Mr Earle said. “It’s all about using the wind and water to your advantage, and the journey is part of the experience.”

“Maybe,” she replied. “I think I will stick to lying out in the sun on the deck of a motor boat, what do you think, Janelle?”

“Me too,” Janelle replied. “Provided there are people to bring cool drinks and food when I need them.”

“I’m with you girls on that,” Mrs Earle said. “Give me a lazy, relaxing time on the water any day.”

I shifted my position slightly to get more comfortable, and Cathy leant forward to talk to Lori. I dropped my left hand from around Cathy’s waist, and let it rest on my leg. Janelle looked at me, and smiled, then took hold of my hand, and rested it on her leg.

“Does it feel smooth,” she whispered in my ear.

I didn’t answer her, but I must have looked surprised. Janelle, still holding my hand, moved it inside her thighs, stroking my fingers against her skin.

“You can feel even more later, if you want,” she whispered again before returning my hand to its original position.

Cathy and Lori hadn’t noticed what had transpired between Janelle and I; they were discussing something between themselves, and Mr and Mrs Earle couldn’t have seen what Janelle did, as the back of the front seat hid it from view. Somehow Janelle had positioned herself so that her breast was pressing against my shoulder, and she started to move sightly, just enough so I could sense her movement.

“It would feel much nicer if that was your hand on it,” Janelle whispered. “Or better still, your lips and tongue.”

I couldn’t turn my head close enough to Janelle so that I could whisper to her without anyone else hearing, so I just tried to smile and ignore her comments, and actions. Cathy had finished her chat with Lori, and now wanted to shift around so she and Janelle could talk. At least it meant that Janelle was no longer pressing her breast into my shoulder. After some shuffling around, Cathy was now facing Janelle, and the two of them started to talk softly. I was twisted around slightly, facing Lori, with my arm still over her shoulder. She leant forward, and pulled my arm lower, around her waist.

“Is that more comfortable for you?” she asked me. Lori had turned slightly towards me, and was now resting her hands on my knee.

“I think so,” I replied. “I guess they really didn’t design these seats to hold four people like this.”

“No, I guess not,” she said. “At least it won’t be far, and then we will have the run of the whole boat for the day. Much bigger than our little cabin cruiser – there are several cabins below, plus the open bridge at the top, above the main saloon.”

“Sounds pretty impressive,” I said. “Does your father’s company own it?”

“No, but they often charter it for business and social functions, things like that,” Lori explained. “It’s owned by the brother of one of the other executives, I think, something like that, so the company gets it for a good price. Last year we were on it too, but then Dad was on one of the boats racing to Hobart.”

“How come you aren’t going again this time, Mr Earle?” I asked him.

“Well, I was lined up to go, the same boat as last year, but a few weeks ago the mast broke,” he replied. “No one was hurt, fortunately, but we wouldn’t have been able to get a new one made and fitted in time, at least not so we would feel confident about taking it in the Hobart race. It’s a very unforgiving race, on the crew as well as boats, and it just wasn’t worth risking it.”

“That’s a shame,” I said. “Will you go next year?”

“All going well, I will,” he said. “This would have been my third; they say, once you have completed one Sydney to Hobart race, you are hooked for life.”

“What about the Admiral’s Cup races,” Mrs Earle asked him. “When you did those, back before we moved here, they were hard work.”

“True, they were good, hard races,” he said. “But even the long Fastnet race doesn’t compare to the Hobart race. Not to mention the celebrations at the end in Hobart!”

“I knew there was a reason why he was so keen to go,” she said. “The party down on the docks in Hobart – not the actual sailing.”

Mr Earle laughed with his wife at that comment.

“Now, you know Will, that since he isn’t racing in it this year, he will be like a bear with a sore head about it,” she continued. “He will probably be hanging around the CYCA race control room all day tomorrow and Friday, listening to the radio reports, and wishing he was there. At least I will be able to pack all of our stuff for camp without him getting in the way, though.”

Now just how many clothes do you need to take to a nudist colony, I thought to myself, which would make packing such a task?

“Had I known before that he wouldn’t be in the race, we would have made arrangements to head up to the camp just after Christmas, and had an extra week there,” she said. “But we will still have four weeks up there, which isn’t too bad.”

“You will end up with a fantastic tan,” I whispered to Lori. “Just don’t get burnt!”

She smiled, and turned her mouth to my ear. “Well, I really need someone to make sure I have sunscreen on everywhere,” she replied. “A pity you aren’t coming up.”

She rubbed her hand along the side of my leg, and slid her fingers inside the leg of my shorts. Reaching up almost to my prick, she quickly stroked my upper thigh, and removed her hand.

“Maybe some other time, Lori,” I said to her. I wondered if she caught the double meaning.

While the three girls chatted to each other, I sat back, enjoying having Cathy on my lap, and an arm around Lori’s waist. It didn’t take all that long to reach the Mosman wharf, where we could see the boat waiting for us.

It was larger than I had thought, with a large interior saloon, and an open deck at the stern. Above the saloon was another open area, just behind the covered bridge. I could see a number of portholes along the side, leading to the bow; obviously for the cabins Lori had mentioned. Several other people were already on board, and the four of us climbed up to the top deck, sitting out in the sun to look out on the harbour.

A few minutes later, the crew untied the mooring lines, and we headed across the harbour to Rushcutters Bay. The day was going to be a great one for sailing, I thought; sunny, enough wind without it being too strong, probably just what they wanted to sail over 600 miles. Once we arrived at the CYCA, the scene on the docks looked like pure chaos. There were almost 100 sailing boats of all sizes tied up, and people milling around everywhere. Our cruiser was tied up at the end of one of the finger wharves, and we headed down to the main saloon.

“We will be here, and in the bar, until near midday,” Mr Earle told us. “Look around, but try not to get in the way of people when they are putting stuff on their boats. Help yourselves to the food and drink here, too,” he went on. “But not the alcohol, at least not too much. Your father wouldn’t be impressed if I returned you and Will home drunk, Cathy.”

The four of us started to walk around the marina, and I was amazed by the number of boats, the size of some of them – both how large some were, and how small others were. I couldn’t imagine sailing 600 miles or more in the open sea in a boat that was maybe less than thirty feet long. Lori and Janelle had gone off to talk to someone, and Cathy and I were walking along one of the docks, when a man on one boat called out to me.

“Looking for a ride, mate?” he asked.

“Me?” I replied. “What do mean, are you looking for some more crew?”

“We sure are,” he said. “Bloody Jacko fell over last night, pissed as a newt, and broke his arm, so we are one short. Interested?”

“Well, I have never been sailing before, and I don’t have any gear at all,” I replied. “But thanks for the offer, anyway.”

“Well, no worries, we will probably be able to find someone,” he said.

““I hope you do,” I said. “Best of luck in the race, anyway.

I checked the name of the boat on the stern, “Improbable”. I made a mental note to follow up on its progress in the race.

After we had wandered up and down the marina docks, we met up with Lori and Janelle. Cathy told them how I had almost wound up in the race, and the others laughed.

“Dad almost brought his sailing bag with him,” Lori said. “I am sure he would have got a crew position easily. But Mum told him that he couldn’t go, not with our arrangements for the camp.”

By now, the crowd on the docks was getting even larger, as people started to say goodbye to family and friends, and people rushed back and forward with sail bags, boxes of food, and other supplies. We decided to head back to our boat, and grab some food and drink.

No one else was on the boat; I assumed the others were still walking around the docks, or in the yacht club bar. Lori found a bottle of champagne, and we poured ourselves glasses of champagne and orange juice – I had tried champagne before, and didn’t really like the taste of it, so my drink was mainly orange juice, with a splash of champagne. We grabbed some of the food – cold chicken, salad, prawns, and the like – and went back up to the top deck.

“No chance of lying topless here,” Janelle said. “Not with all the people around, anyway.”

“I thought you would be getting plenty of that up on the camp from next week, Janelle,” Cathy said.

“Sure, but Will won’t be there, so I thought he would want good look, so he won’t forget what I look like,” she said, looking directly at me.

I acted like I was ignoring her, and said, “I can remember what you look like, don’t worry.”

Janelle stood up, pulling her tee shirt off, and leaned over me. She quickly look around to make sure no one other than us four were looking, and then pulled her bikini top up, exposing her breasts.

“There you are, a quick refresher for you,” she said, before covering her breasts once more.

“Janelle!” Lori exclaimed. “Don’t do that here, not where anyone can see. You’ll get us in trouble.”

“Oh, don’t be such a fuss-pot, Lori,” Janelle replied. “No one can see me here, anyway.”

Janelle lay back down on a seat; I suspected she was disappointed she couldn’t lie out topless in front of me. The rest of us watched the activity of the boats getting ready, and as twelve o’clock approached; several of them cast off, and motored out to the main harbour. Soon, only a few were left at the docks, no doubt saying their last minute farewells.

At twelve, everyone else was back on board, and our boat slowly made our way out to near the starting line. We helped ourselves to some more food, and some more champagne and orange, and returned to the top deck. We could see the race boats hoisting their sails, and several of them were making what looked like practice runs through the starting line and up the harbour.

“They will be seeing which end of the line the breeze favours,” Lori said, and double checking reference marks so they don’t cross the line early.”

“Uh huh,” I replied. She seemed to know what she was talking about.

Every so often, Lori would point out one boat or another, telling us its name, and whether it had a chance of winning.

“That one is pretty interesting,” she said, pointing out one of the larger boats. “Helsal, it is a concrete boat, my father said it is nicknamed ‘the floating footpath’.”

“Concrete?” I said. “You wonder how it floats, let alone can race like those other boats.”

“Well, it floats like all other boats,” Lori said. The hull displaces far more water than the actual weight of the boat.”

As we were getting closer to the start, the others had joined us on the upper deck. We had a great view of everything; close enough to look along the start line, but without getting in the way of the actual race boats.

“If you watch the flags on the committee boat,” Mr Earle told me, pointing to a boat anchored at the far end of the start line, “you can see when they give the ten and five minute warnings. They fire a gun, but that takes a few seconds for the sound to reach here. They will drop the main flag right on one o’clock.”

The boats were now jockeying for position behind the line, and it looked like some fantastic water dance as boats went every which way, surely they would hit each other I thought. Just as Mr Earle said, I saw the flags change on the committee boat just before the sound of the shotgun reached us.

“Ten minutes,” someone said.

The boats now appeared to be setting up in three distinct groups. Most of the larger boats were at the committee boat end – the eastern end, which was favoured by the wind, according to Lori. The largest group, mainly the smaller boats, were around the middle of the line, dipping and darting every way, and trying to keep away from the larger boats. A smaller group, maybe ten or fifteen, were at our end of the line, probably trying to keep out of trouble.

I had a rough idea of what they would try to do; cross the line right on (or just after) the starting gun, going at full speed, with clear air around them, without hitting any other boats. Of course, there were ninety or so other boats each trying to do the same thing. I still couldn’t see how no one hit anyone, and we could clearly hear the sounds of people on the boats yelling out to others to keep clear, or give way, or something like that.

Right at one pm, the gun went off, and the boats surged across the line. The larger boats to the east forged ahead, and we kept pace with the fleet leaders as they tacked up the harbour. It was difficult to see who was leading, as boats took several different courses; each skipper with his own idea of the best and fastest way to get out of the harbour. Several of the larger boats were very close as they turned out of the heads, probably no more than a hundred metres between the leaders.

With the wind now behind them, the leading boats hoisted their multicoloured spinnakers, and we had to increase our speed a little to keep pace. Already the fleet was well spread out, with many of them still to leave the Heads. We stuck with the leaders until they were opposite Coogee beach, or thereabouts, when it was decided to turn back, and go back to the yacht club for more drinks, and no doubt much discussion over who would win the race.

Although I really didn’t understand much about the tactical side, it was exciting to watch the boats, and to see the crew work as they tacked the sails, or hoisted the spinnakers. It looked like pretty physical work to me, and I wasn’t sure I would want three or four days of that.

Once back at the yacht club, the adults went ashore to the club bar. The four of us remained on the boat, and found some more food and drink in the saloon. Even the crew had gone ashore, so we had the boat to ourselves.

“Well, what did you all think of that,” Lori asked us once we were sitting around a table. “Pretty exciting, wasn’t it?”

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“Where the heck are they?” Jack said shielding his eyes from the glaring sun with his hand. His sunglasses were pushed up into his thick black hair. I looked out of the hundreds of small and big yachts tied to the piers around us. “I have no idea. He said Pier 10 and Slot 5.” “Ten? I thought you said twelve.” “No honey, I said ten,” I held up ten fingers. “Fuck! Okay, back we go,” he grabbed his suitcase and walked past me and I followed. A few minutes later we found Pier 12 and about half...

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First time sex on a yacht

“Hold the rail – I want to explore you.” he said. I held onto the rail at the front of the boat - I was totally naked, bent over with my pussy on show to the world and I didn’t care – I felt incredible. Invincible. Sexy. And alive. We’d been together a couple of months when Rob suggested a weekend away on his yacht – just the two of us. “The weather looks great Beck. Just bring casual clothes, swimmers and lots of sun-screen. We don’t want any exposed parts of you to burn.” he added with a...

First Time
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YACHT TRIP BY SEA WITH MOM Part 2

However, as luck had it, just before two ours was past, around 100 miles from the coastline, we ran in to a region with calm sea and no wind at all. The Yacht drifted slowly south, the sun was unforgiving and temperature was raising fast, peaked out 98F at around 1PM. We were sweating heavy under that 98F baking oven at Mexico Ocean. I took of my T-shirt and Mom stripped of her tee and short. She said. “Damn, So hot… good thing I wear my Bikini under my short." I told her "Don't forget to...

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A Pleasure Yacht

Yacht Crew Amber Olsen- 39 years old, but could pass for a decade younger. 5'2" 110 pounds, legs built for the sea. She is Bi Sexual. She has medium B cups. She owns the yacht and captains the yacht. She is of Norwegian descent. Original story was When the Chat's Away by Zingiber, though created by me :D Julio and Julia- Twins separated at birth but grew up in the same town...they met at the age of 20 and fell in love (Genetic Sexual Attraction) They married then their birth records showed they...

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Vinnie Tesla Vs the Nantahack Yacht Club

Tina's struggles were mostly for show. She'd been quite cooperative (though a little nervous-looking) as the midshipmen had stripped off her sweatshirt and faded jeans, folding them neatly onto the pier beside her. She'd stepped out of her panties and shrugged off her bra, accepting the smattering of applause from the audience with equanimity. She'd climbed onto the pinewood bench when so ordered, and reclined on its surface, tilted like a drafting table. Blushing a little, she had lifted...

3 years ago
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LegaciesChapter 20 Vacation on New Yacht Report of Successful Sea Action Partners for Claudia and Yen

All of the ladies had gathered for our morning run before I arrived which was a significant change. We set off at a fairly fast pace as our stamina and strength had been improved significantly from out twice daily exercise sessions and were back well before or regularly scheduled breakfast time. The hot subject for the day was quickly raised with all voicing, "When will we leave for vacation on the yacht?" I turned to Mat and asked, "How soon will the plane be ready?" She indicated that...

1 year ago
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The Three Signs Book 2 LoriChapter 23 Welcome to Gresham Terrace

“Mr. Morris, glad to see you’re awake and back with us. I am Doctor David Pickett, and I’m one of the cardiologists here at the Prince of Wales hospital. I guess you’re wondering what it was that happened to you? First, I need to make sure you understand just how the human heart works; it’s basically a pump whose purpose is to circulate blood around the body.” I nodded; that was pretty basic human anatomy. “The blood carries oxygen and nutrients to the rest of the body, and also carries...

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The Yacht

It had been a great week at work. Marcia had been looking forward to the end of the month because she had to go to a seminar for all restaurant managers. The plane ride had been relatively short, but she had finally ended up in Miami at around 6 pm. Her friend, Cheryl had been on the flight with her and they had talked for the entire flight. When they finally left the airport, it took no time at all to get a ride to the hotel. At the hotel the two women registered in at the front desk. They...

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The Yacht

It had been a great week at work. Marcia had been looking forward to the end of the month because she had to go to a seminar for all restaurant managers. The plane ride had been relatively short, but she had finally ended up in Miami at around 6 pm. Her friend, Cheryl had been on the flight with her and they had talked for the entire flight. When they finally left the airport, it took no time at all to get a ride to the hotel. At the hotel the two women registered in at the front desk. They...

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yacht

After the passing away of Harry — he features in my earlier journal entries — my interactions with Joe or Gary were little more than that of saying hello at the gym. But I sensed Joe still had feelings for me. He often tried to talk to me but my times at the gym were less frequent and, in my small town, people talk and it’s not worth risking my relationship. So that’s why I moved on….~~~~~I was at the local coffee house when, from behind me, I heard my name being called. It was Joe. I gave him...

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Forbidden Twin Sibling Love On Yacht

Gina and Luther Green are twin brother and sister and today is they’re nineteenth birthday and they got a brand new shiny and white yacht from their parents. They were so overjoyed with it. They begged their parents if they could go out on the open water and try it out and their parents gave in but warned them not to go too far out and ring them all the time. They promised them they will and kissed them both. Gina and Luther excitedly got some bags together and then got into the yacht and...

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Hot Wife Hotel Olivias Hot Yacht Orgy Part Fourteen

Olivia hoped that she wasn’t making a terrible mistake. While she enjoyed the live audience gangbang very much, the participants were all men that she knew as clients. Tomorrow’s Yacht Orgy that Darko, the Hot Wife Hotel owner, had talked her into signing up for would be a whole different experience. She’d be fucking strangers.“All of your clients were strangers the first time you had sex with them,” her husband, Steve, had argued.She couldn’t find fault with his logic. Darko had invited Steve...

Wife Lovers
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The Three Signs Book 4 LisaChapter 49 Gains and Losses

Following our great performance at the Young 88 National Championships, the Avalon Sailing Club’s Commodore’s Ball, and prize giving evening seemed rather anti-climactic. We won a few trophies, first in the Quartet Bowl, first on handicap in the Blue Water Shield, and quite a few people congratulated us on our performance in the National Championships. We ended up third in the combined score for the Commodore’s Trophy, behind John Taylor’s ‘Rocket’ and Jeff Carter’s ‘Ed Ake’. It was still...

4 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 2 LoriChapter 6 Back at University

Back at University; the second semester looked like it would be much the same as the first. Three subjects – physics, chemistry and math – continued on from the first semester; that’s why the mid-year exam results for those subjects were only an interim result. The same with Elec Eng 1; it was also a double credit subject; although this semester it would be concentrating on electronics. Engineering C was just a first semester subject; my result in the mid-year exam was a Distinction. A new...

3 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 2 LoriChapter 41 The Penultimate Semester

“Megan, Tracy’s on the phone for you,” I called out. I handed the receiver to Megan, she sounded quite excited when she started talking to Tracy. But her voice quickly changed; all she said was ‘okay’ and ‘I guess so’; then she sobbed loudly, handed the receiver to Lori, and ran out to the roof-top deck over the laundry. Lori spoke briefly to Tracy, then handed me the phone. “Tracy’s found a guy she really likes in Melbourne,” she said. “Talk to her for a bit, I’ll go out and comfort...

2 years ago
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Yacht Girls 01 The Surprise Trip

Julie went to a party in a mansion on the hill with her friends, a group of twenty-something aspiring models. She wandered away from the group to look out over the sea from the balcony; a waitress brought her a glass of exquisite champagne. She sipped it while watching the sunset.Without warning, she caught the blinding flash of a nearby photo drone which nearly made her lose her balance and left her discombobulated. Just then, she received a text on her phone to "come down to the lower level"....

Threesomes
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Fucking My Auntie And Her Friend On A Yacht

Hi, I Am 19 years old , I am 6 ft 3 , slim-muscular build , Tanned , Brown Hair ,Blue eyes , 9.5 inch uncut,A few weeks ago my auntie and uncle who live in spain , phoned my mum and asked if we would like to go over for a week or two to catch up on old times.My Mum was Busy In work and couldnt get the time off , i had just finished college so i asked if it was ok if i went over alone for a week , and they happily agreed.Before i Knew it i was in Spain , I Arrived at their villa in a taxi and...

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The Three Signs Book 1 CathyChapter 8 Three in a Boat

The next day, Garry and I were going into town; we both had some final Christmas shopping to do, and he wanted to look through Palings, the large music store with me. He arrived at my place on his bike just after breakfast, and together we walked down to the main bus stop. We had waited till the morning peak hour had passed, that way we would get a seat all the way into town. Standing all the way on a one hour bus trip isn’t much fun! Our bus was a double-decker, and we made our way...

2 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 1 CathyChapter 20 Janelle Tells The Truth

It took me a few minutes to fully wake up, even with the alarm radio going off. Ten a.m.? Why had I slept so late? I finally remembered, last night, actually, earlier this morning at Janelle’s place, we had decided to resume our relationship. I could have even stayed there, sleeping with her, but I would have felt a bit uncomfortable when we got up if Beth was around. I knew Janelle had said that her mother was happy, even encouraging us to get together, but I still felt a bit strange about...

3 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 1 CathyChapter 31 Presents

I picked Cathy up from her house just after 8:30; as she slid into seat she gave me a big, passionate kiss. “Where to first?” she asked. “I was thinking about Warriewood,” I replied, as we headed up Mona Vale road. “There are lots of places there, provided we don’t trespass on one of the market gardens.” We headed up a side street from McPherson Street, towards the Catholic girl’s school, “Mater Maria”. Being school holidays, the place was deserted, of course. We parked under a tree,...

2 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 4 LisaChapter 27 Back at University

On Saturday, we had all gathered in the studio for a planning session and rehearsal for the new album. Phil had invited several others, DonWalker and Ian Moss (ex-Cold Chisel), I had invited Mike Franz, and Mary Beth had invited Chrissy Amphlette. Don had brought his Yamaha DX7 synthesizer and a Yamaha Clavinova electronic piano, Ian had a Fender amp and two of his guitars and Mike had a Yamaha stage organ. After a bit of shuffling equipment around, we had room for everyone; although we were...

1 year ago
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The Three Signs Book 2 LoriChapter 32 Another Year Ends

There was only another five weeks of classes before the end of the semester; well, before the study break that led into the exams that would be the end of the semester. We all found that time had a habit of shrinking; at the start of each semester, the end of the semester and the exams seemed so distant ... but before we realized it, there was only a matter of weeks left; and a pile of assignments and projects to complete. Having David, Claire and even Garry living next door made the study...

3 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 2 LoriChapter 42 University Ends

I had already planned my work schedule for my thesis; the date that the completed documents had to be submitted to the Faculty’s review committee were fixed, so I worked back from that date. I would have to work out the best way to produce the master copy of the thesis; I could always use Lori’s electric typewriter; but I thought it might be worthwhile playing around with the troff / nroff document processing software we had on the Unix system here. One of the PhD students was writing a...

1 year ago
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The Three Signs Book 1 CathyChapter 6 Getting an AllOver Tan

Thursday dawned clear and sunny, and promised to be another hot summer’s day. I decided to start with some laps of the pool before breakfast, and swam about forty laps – maybe half a kilometre – and went inside to eat. After breakfast, I grabbed the things that I would need for the day; towel, sun cream, some cold drinks, and lunch, and put them in my backpack. Around ten minutes before eight, I got on my bike, and headed towards Cathy’s place. I was full of apprehension; while the thought...

2 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 4 LisaChapter 47 Service NSW

When I woke up, I gathered some documents to show to John about how we would tackle the project. My main aim with today’s meeting was ‘project qualification’, that is, to get more details about John’s requirements, what were the key deliverables and results that he wanted to see, plus some feeling on what was he felt was a reasonable budget and timeframe for the project. I was also wanting to get some idea about how the project would run; what accommodation would be provided, would there be...

2 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 2 LoriChapter 4 Moving on Out

We woke up with the alarm; made love, had a shower together, then ate breakfast before we drove into Surry Hills and the recording studio. When we reached the studio; I parked at the side in the loading area, and went inside looking for George. We found him in the administration office, speaking with a brunette. “Hey, Will, good to see ya, Mate,” he said. “And this is...” he asked, looking at Lori. “You remember my girlfriend, Lori?” I said to him. “Of course, I remember now. Will, here’s...

3 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 4 LisaChapter 25 WTM Consulting

The lead up to the end of the semester was busy – really busy. Not only did we have to get ready for the contract with Alexa’s company, preparing the ‘Banksia Room’ as our computer staging area, tweaking the training notes from the university to suit the contract, but there were examinations to prepare for – not that I had any, the last two ‘Science and Society’ subjects had their assessments based on the assignments and class work. But I still had to vet the papers, make sure the questions...

3 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 1 CathyChapter 36 I Got You Babe

It was late on Saturday morning when I woke up, still feeling down in the dumps. I looked at the clock next to me bed; 9:30 am. I guessed Cathy would already be on the road; they wanted an early start, getting to Goulburn for lunch, and then on to Canberra by early afternoon. She hoped to get everything up in her dorm room before dinner time. I deliberately averted my eyes from the photo of her on my desk; the fact that it was Valentine’s Day didn’t make me feel any better. After a quick...

3 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 1 CathyChapter 33 Performances Part 2

After our early morning love-making, shower and breakfast, I dropped Cathy off at the bus stop. She wasn’t sure just how late she would be working, and I suggested that she let me know maybe 45 minutes before she was due to finish, and I could drive in and pick her up, to save dealing with the night time buses. At Mike’s, we started talking about the actual sets we would play. “We want to start off with something to really get them going,” Mike said. “Something to kick them in the balls, so...

1 year ago
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The Three Signs Book 4 LisaChapter 10 Party Party Party

Thursday night we were having a Thanksgiving dinner at Mary Beth’s suggestion; instead of a complete turkey, which would have been far too much food even for the seven of us, she had baked two large turkey breasts in the oven. Patrick had helped, making some traditional side dishes, a green bean casserole, and somehow he had found a source of candied yams. As we sat around the dinner table, Mary Beth spoke to us all. “Well, I know Thanksgiving isn’t really an Australian tradition, but it is...

2 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 4 LisaChapter 29 ChCh Changes

With the New Year’s Eve only a few days away, we spent the Saturday afternoon reviewing the set lists for that gig. We had been asked to play for a total of four hours – well, four fifty minute sets, with a ten minute break between them. Then at midnight, we would lead everyone in singing ‘Auld Lang Syne’, then play a final thirty minute set before calling it a night. It was going to be a pretty intense, tiring evening, and right after that we would have to travel to Gosford for the first...

3 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 4 LisaChapter 44 Unexpected Results

We pulled up in the car park for Lilianfels, it was more in Katoomba itself than Leura, close to Echo Point lookout and the Three Sisters. It wasn’t all that far from some of the other scenic lookouts over the Jamison Valley, or some fairly energetic walks, including the ‘Giant Stairway’, some 800 or so steps descending into the valley. There were some more leisurely walks, including one around the cliff top to the ‘scenic railway’, and Katoomba falls, or the other way to the Leura Cascades....

2 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 2 LoriChapter 34 Murder and Music

Lori was overjoyed to have us back home; as was Tracy. Even though we tried to be quiet, we woke them as we got into bed. Despite being tired, we made love, and then I slept soundly until nine in the morning. I would have preferred to have gone back to sleep, but I had to get across to the university to enrol. I grabbed a quick breakfast, got my organizer folder from the study, and drove across to the University. I parked behind the Electrical Engineering building, and went up to Professor...

2 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 3 JanelleChapter 9 Engagement and

After a busy few weeks filled with gigs most nights of the week, it was back at University. The fibre optic installation was proceeding; there had been a few minor issues, but the company supplying and installing the cable had worked around them. The University – mainly through the School of Physics – had a long term relationship with Crown Corning; they had worked together on a number of projects, particularly in developing reliable connectors for their single mode fibre. The first set of...

3 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 4 LisaChapter 1 Joining the Australia Dream

“Hey, Will. Paul Ramos here,” the voice on the phone said. “I guess you’re at home at the moment, I called your office at the University, but that cute short girl in your office said you weren’t in over the summer break.” “Paul, comrade. Great to hear from you,” I replied. “No, I’m taking a couple of weeks off; we’ve got a bunch of gigs heading up to Christmas, and into January too. So, to what do I owe the pleasure?” “I’ve got a proposal I’d like to discuss with you; are you going to be...

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The Yacht

Hi! My name is Dario. I live in Italia, in a small town with cobblestone roads and ivy growing on arched doorways. My village is surrounded with lush, green vineyards. I keep myself in good shape by running through my village and along the lush vineyards. Along my runs I often see the admiring glances of the women that live along the way. Their barely disguised lust usually lingers on my six pack abs and strong pecs, yet often when I turn around I notice their glances are firmly fixated on my...

Group Sex
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The Family Yacht

You shoot open your eyes in anticipation. You barely managed to sleep at all last night. Summer is finally here; and time for your family's annual cruise vacation on board their private yacht. Yes, your family is rich. Your father, Mr. David Banks, is a successful business entrepreneur with a diverse portfolio of some very lucrative holdings. One of the trophies he has won was his wife, Martha, your mother. They are both early into their forties and still very much hot for each other. One of...

Incest
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Netherworld School Book 1 Prologue

Introduction: A nerd traveling to England is mistaken for a dead spy and is subsequently enrolled in a school that trains Spies so that American secrets can be extracted. New York one week before the start of classes, an American operative gets shot in the head in his NY Penthouse. A feminine shadow leaves the room and a few minutes later the room explodes, incinerating the body. *** Chris is a gifted student; he has a photographic memory and an IQ that makes NASA scientists look...

1 year ago
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YACHT TRIP BY SEA WITH MOM Part 3

The movie started and Mom laid in my arms. “You don’t mind do you?” Mom ask. “Never… It is very nice to have Mom so close to me and that fragrance…. Just make it durable to look at the chick flick.” Mom pump me in the ribcage with her elbow. She moved closer I took my arm and fold it over Moms shoulder moving my hand in small circles playing with the silk on her flesh and we watch the movie and drank wine. A bedroom scene came up and Mom move more closely. And when it was finished, the wine as...

3 years ago
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Two Couples On a Yacht Part 2

I watched Max turn in a circle where he stood on the pilot house’s roof. His cock and balls dangled slowly as he moved and then he stopped and shielded his eyes. He lifted the binoculars to his eyes and turned again.  “How does it look?” said Jack who was standing next to me.  “Like shit. There is no end to them. I think we will be here until morning.”  “Fuck! I wanted to go for a swim before dinner,” said Nina. “You don’t want to do that. How’s your arm?” said Jack.  She looked at her forearm...

Group Sex
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GEOFFREY AND THE MEGA YACHT

“Did he have an erection for you in he showers? Did you have an erection for him? Did he proposition you? I want to know.” “Yes, to all your questions Sarah, he wants to have both of us,” I reply. “He had his hand on my erection when he told me he and I had the most impressive cocks in the gym.” “Are you happy to share him with me?,” Sarah asked that night as we pleasured each other with our tongues. “Yes, he expects some of his friends to share us also,” I tell Sarah. “Let’s set a target...

3 years ago
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Maxine Stones New LifeChapter 239 the Yacht

When Alex said that he was sorry that he couldn't warn me, I expected the worse. I reached for the .22 mag revolver. I knew I was already too late even before I heard, "Congratulations Maxine, you even managed to bring everybody home." It was worse than I imagined. I probably should have pulled the pistol even thought I recognized the new england accent of my black, sometimes CIA handler, Lamar. "Well what brings you to this neighborhood?" I asked as I placed my cane onto the yacht,...

3 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 4 LisaChapter 54 Reboot

The words that Mary Beth was saying to me somehow didn’t register, everything after the ‘she’s dead, Will ... she was drowned in the floodwaters’ was just noise. I understood what she told me, the troubling dreams I had experienced the night before made sense. There was a loud rushing in my head, and I was wracked with loud sobs. I was aware of Traci standing next to me, her arms around my shoulders, and Mary Beth was on the phone, talking to someone. “Let’s get you down to bed, Will,” Mary...

2 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 1 CathyChapter 10 Sweet Sixteen

I was half awake, and remembering that I was in Dianne’s old bedroom at Cathy’s place, I rolled over to look at the clock next to the bed. 5:30! Far too early to get up; but I needed to have a pee, so I quietly crept out of bed and into the hall, not wanting to disturb anyone. I tiptoed down the hallway, and tried to open the bathroom door quietly. Not being completely familiar with the house yet, I had already started to open the door when I remembered about the squeaky hinges. Oh well, too...

2 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 2 LoriChapter 39 Songs of Injustice

With the wedding out of the way, we got back into the work on the songs for the new album, as well as various gigs around the place. They were starting to take shape, but the real challenge was to ensure that the songs were musically as good as our previous work, and could stand alone as rock songs. We didn’t want the lyrics to be too ‘preachy’ and turn people off. There’s no point in making a protest song, if people don’t like it and refuse to listen to it. After my talk with Alonzo’s...

4 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 4 LisaChapter 16 Babies and Bullets

“It’s on,” Mary Beth said. “Their baby is on the way!” “Oh, I had better get up to the hospital then,” Mrs. White said. “Where should I put my case?” I showed Mrs. White where her bedroom would be; told her that this afternoon we would get the bed made with fresh sheets, and put some towels out for her. Mary Beth was ready to take her up to the hospital; I would clean the bedroom and make her bed with some fresh sheets. At least the room was ready for her when she returned from the...

1 year ago
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The Three Signs Book 2 LoriChapter 33 Summertime Tours

We spent the morning going over the ‘Sister Angela’ scenario with Lori; she wrote down all of the lines that we could recall, our descriptions of what happened overnight, even my rather sacrilegious thoughts on nun-fucking. While Megan and I would be out of town on the tour, Tracy and Lori would flesh out the story, even starting to write it. Around lunchtime some of the others returned home; Mary Beth was pleased to see us. She showed us the final schedule for the first country tour, we...

3 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 1 CathyChapter 7 Four in a Boat

The next day, Sunday, I spent time playing the piano and swimming in the pool. After dinner, I walked down to church; hoping Cathy would be there. I wasn’t disappointed; both she and David were there; David, of course, sitting with Gina. “How was your lunch?” I asked. “Not too bad,” Cathy replied. “But I kept thinking about what we may do tomorrow. Are you sure you are comfortable with being with the other two as well?” “Yes, but can we talk about it afterwards?” I said. “You don’t have to...

4 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 4 LisaChapter 38 Bicentennial Year ndash Part 2

For our visit to Brisbane for our week-long gig at Expo, most of the people were flying, leaving Sydney early on Saturday morning for the hour and a half flight to Brisbane. Lisa and I were taking the train, the XPT left Central at 2:40 pm on Friday, getting into the main station in Brisbane just before 5:00 am on Saturday. We had booked a sleeper cabin for the trip, and the return journey would leave Brisbane just before 6:00 am in the following Sunday, arriving at Central just after 8:00...

3 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 1 CathyChapter 11 Friends and Lovers

I was dreaming, I must have been, lying in my bed, when I felt a person slide under the sheets next to me. A hand slid over my mouth, and I heard a voice whisper in my ear. “Quiet, don’t make a noise,” she said. “I just want to lie next to you for a while, and feel our bodies together.” Lori? It couldn’t be her, but it certainly felt real; her body was pressed against my back, and I could feel her warm breath on my cheek. My buttocks were hard against her lower stomach. “Lori?” I started...

2 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 4 LisaChapter 7 Itrsquos Just a Casual Encounter

Don’t ask me what my name is I know what your game is It’s just a casual encounter It’s just a casual encounter It’s just a casual encounter Christina Amphlett & Mack McEntee Free Falling Late September, 1982 I landed with a hard thump on the ground, knocking all the air out of my lungs. I felt a stabbing pain in my shoulder, and then more pain as my foot slammed against the back wall of the house. I heard Lisa scream, and come running towards me. “Everyone! Help, please! Will’s...

3 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 2 LoriChapter 31 Second Semester

On the last day of July, we took Alonzo, Paul and Patrick to the airport. At least for Patrick and Wendy, it was only a temporary separation, he would be back in two weeks’ time; but for Ros it was a very tearful farewell. The five months before Alonzo was back for his sabbatical job teaching at the University would really drag out for her. Patrick said that one of his first projects would be to get a remote data link set up in our study going back to the office at St. Leonards, ostensibly so...

2 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 2 LoriChapter 2 Lori Finally

“Hi Lori, Will here,” I said when she answered. “Will Morris, where have you been these last four days?” she yelled down the phone line. “I’ve been worried sick about you; every time I called it was just that stupid machine, I even drove around to see if you were at home; your car was in the garage, but there was no answer. What have you been doing?” I told her briefly that on Monday morning, I had been hit by a car as I was crossing the street. I quickly told her that I hadn’t been badly...

3 years ago
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The Three Signs Book 4 LisaChapter 52 Developments in Canberra

Late December 1996 – January 1997 We had the big Christmas Day party at Banksia Lodge, much as we had done in previous years. My father again played ‘Santa Claus’, handing out presents to all the children present. On Boxing Day, we watched the televised start of the Sydney to Hobart yacht race, there were some impressive boats; a huge Reichel/Pugh maxi, owned by the head of the software company SAP. ‘Morning Glory’ was first out of the harbour, followed by ‘Condor of Currabubula’,...

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