Then I realised that we would have no way of getting her back in the water again, the pulley would only work in one direction. I opted instead, for tipping the teacher boat higher on its side, now that it was empty, it was easier to do. I had long ago discovered a sap, which when boiled made a strong waterproof glue, I had used it on the roof of the house and it had never failed. I reasoned that I could make canvas patches and glue them to the outside of the boat, allow one to harden and then add another to form a watertight skin. A few days later and our boat floated in the bay with no sign of a leak anywhere. I had some oars that were salvaged when the ship sank but I couldn’t figure out how to make student any rowlocks for them. Instead, we searched out a long and straight branch and no time we had a mast stepped in the provided hole amidships, suitable ropes tied it off, we were ready for sails, now all we had to do was make them. We didn’t have any needles, nor any twine for stitching. What we did have though, was an abundance of sharp thorns, they kept snapping but there were always indian plenty more, For twine, we unravelled a rope, a long and tedious job but eventually, we had sufficient to make our sail. In fact, we made two. I had no idea of how to sail a boat, other than the little knowledge I had gained from the few weeks I had watched the sailors on the schooner. The sails of a ship though were somewhat different to those our longboat would need. First, we made a square one, with a pole arm at the top and bottom. Then a triangular one with just the one pole at the bottom. Although it was a bit large for the job, I fitted the pulley at the top of the mast, something to make it easier for pulling the sail up. At last, we sat in our boat, too nervous to take the next step. Then it occurred to me that the wind was blowing the wrong way, we would have been blown straight back onto the beach. I didn’t want to take the boat out to sea until I knew whether we could sail it or not, so I needed a day when the wind was blowing from our side of the bay to the other or perhaps a wind blowing directly into the bay which would bring us back to the original campsite at the furthest point from the open sea. I only had an idea of how to sail directly in front of the wind, with no inkling of how to steer. There was no rudder on the boat, that was still somewhere at the bottom of the sea. Steering could slut only be done with sails, something that I was going to have to learn. There was a reasonable wind blowing across the bay when we cast off the line mooring us to the beach, I warned Liz to keep her head below the level of the sail’s MILF pole, then I hauled on the rope, the triangle of canvas rose swiftly to the top, it made loud cracking noises as it wildly flapped in the wind. Then it filled, ballooning out, I only just had the rope fastened in time. The boat keeled hard over as she shot forward, we were sailing, slicing through the water much faster than I would have imagined. Very soon, I found that I had almost no control, the boat went where the wind took it, at times we mom were leaning at such a dangerous angle I thought we might capsize. In no time at all, we had crossed the bay, I dropped the sail as we rapidly approached the beach, then quite smoothly, we touched sand. I partly solved the steering problem by removing the pulley at the masthead and moving it to the side of the boat. It would be harder to raise the sail but now I would find it easier to control the bottom pole of the sail, more able to let out rope and change the angle without burning my hands as I had on the first trip. Day after day, when the weather was suitable, we practised, I learned how to tack the boat, zigzagging against the wind, only once did Liz suffer a glancing blow from the swinging sail pole. I knew that there had to be a proper name for the pole but couldn’t imagine what it might be. Off-to-School – You will be the “non-traditional” student. Her rising moans made those near her lean forward, everyone waiting to see in which way their party would start. I was soon slamming my cock into her, butting up against her cervix. My wife steps outside. "It's okay, slut. She looked heavenly, all decked out in a beautiful, long, flowing black dress that clung tightly to her form, at every possible angle. “Oh, my goodness, everyone is in such a hurry. I said, “Why do you need time? We both said shit at the same time. The two left the table and went to the living room, stopping near an open space. His hips pumped uncontrollably. “You must be BJ,” said a student man in a dark suit, approaching me. “Carter is waiting for you.” I bet he didn't even have to tell you to swallow, did he?” every so often looking down at your delicate yet amazing cock sucking. I wish I were still brave and mom strong enough for a sarcastic retort, but the woman who stands before him is defeated. I must thank you for all you have done for us. I breathed a sigh of relief that they didn’t find fang tank and the truck “Cum hard for us, but I wanna watch.” Only for rules she broke on purpose, so MILF that I WOULD punish her. “Mmm, are you really trying to seduce me?” I mean… Come on!? indian As expected, my skirt ended up round my waist and my bald, wet pussy was right there for him to gawk at. When the last bell rang, each felt a wave of teacher excitement course through their minds and bodies. I tried my best to explain, "Our lives are . . . We gave them each titles and power that would (on paper) grant them all-encompassing authority over the entire populace. Maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought. to fuck me when Jeanna stopped him and assumed the position, herself. Not before now. He’s already given one girl a right bollocking for not wearing a bra.” “Daddy's so sexy.” She wasn't here of her own free will but that didn't slut bother her very much this morning.