Angra Jet Skis

We sailed around many of the small islands and finally found a deep water cove with calm water and only one other boat far enough away to afford privacy. Marianne was next on the jet ski. The look on her face was sheer terror when she first got on behind P. It was sheer delight when they finally returned. P was having all kinds of fun with Marianne's butt while Marianne held on for dear life and screamed at every twisting turn and wake he jumped.
Every time Marianne started posing, so would Suzanne. Ariel got into the act a little. C was very camera shy and modest (Until it was her turn on the
jet ski. She insisted on driving it)

When they finally returned, he asked for a breather and I took Ariel out for a ride. She also loved the jet ski and like a little kid, didn't want to stop after ½ hour. P agreed to take Celia and then Suzanna. It was a very hot day and the sun was very strong. The gringos were getting a little burned. The garotas were getting deeply bronzed and looking like a million bucks. As it started getting later and the sun was beginning to set it started getting a little chilly and the wind was picking up out of the north. Head wind going home!

We decided to motor the sailboat home and P asked if I would take the jet ski back. He feigned being tired after all the riding that day. Bad move on my part. I was nearly frozen when we finally got back to our dock.