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Jamie

... "I'm so happy for you both. Take care of her." I nodded and she smiled. They left soon after. Jamie rushed into the bedroom to pack some clothes and sanitary articles. Sherry waited until she was out of the room before walking over to me. She had a serious look on her face. "Do you really love her? Because if you don't, I won't let a day go by without making you regret leading her on." "I do love her, the Gods are my witness. Believe me." "Well, just don't hurt her." "I won't. I'd rather cut off my own hand than hurt her. But both you and I know that avoiding hurt is impossible. Rather accept my assurance that I will do all I can to avoid hurting her except for what honesty demands." "Fair enough. Jonathan, she's fallen big time for you. I hope you live up to both our expectations." I grinned. "So do I. Would you mind letting me know what those expectations are someday? I am sure they'll come in handy." She laughed and pushed me away. She called out to Jamie, telling her that she would go and get the food and drinks. That left Jamie and me to finish the packing up and head over to my place for my stuff. Chapter 3 I had left my car over at my apartment and Jamie and I took off in her BMW. We reached the docks at around ten and found parked at the Docks. We carried our stuff down to a private slip where we met Rhonda and Cindy. They stood on the back of a large white boat. It was a thirty-five foot yacht, relatively spacious with several large cabins inside as well as a ...

... galley. Rhonda and Cindy were already dressed for sunshine, both wore string bikini tops, barely covering their nipples. Cindy had on a skimpy g-string and sandals while Rhonda wore daisy dukes that were cut up the back, showing half globes of ass flesh. They waved us aboard, their tits jumping and wiggling with their arm movements. We climbed the boarding ladder while they helped pull the gear up that we had brought. Once aboard Cindy disappeared with Jamie while I helped Rhonda stow the gear. Rhonda gave me a tour of her boat, quite proud of it. She said the name of her boat was "Mystique" which I thought was rather appropriate. She walked in front of me, her buttocks bouncing with each stride of her firm legs. She asked me if I had brought any thing to wear. I was still in my jeans. I told her I had some swimming trunks in the bag I had brought. Rhonda opened it and found my trunks. "These won't do. They cover your best assets." She had pulled the boxer type trunks from the back, sniffed and set them aside. She turned to me, looked me up and down then said, "Well, we can't have you dressing like a prude. I have a rule on my boat. If you don't have clothes that flaunt it, either get some or go naked. So, which will it be?" I laughed, willing to go along with her game. "Well, to flaunt it, I need to partially hide it, which won't work if I'm naked. So, how about some spandex and a tank top. I have some in the bag." "That will be perfect" She told me to change and meet her out on ...