Snack.

With Captain Bob's coaching, Bill and I managed to catch a couple fish -- two yellowtail snapper and a mahi-mahi -- before the twins returned from sunbathing on the bow for lunch that Captain Bob had waiting for us in the salon.

"We still about two hours left before we head back," Bill noted as he bit into his sandwich. "Do you girls want to try fishing?"

The twins looked at each other and seem to communicate with each other telepathically like Sam and Emma do.

"No," Emily shook her head.

"We rather fuck some more!" Haley grinned with lust in her icy blue eyes.

"I'm okay with that!" Bill grinned. "Mike?"

"Sure since we got our fish to show our wives!" I nodded. "Back downstairs?"

"Upstairs!" the twins answered in unison and took us by the hand to lead us to the ladder to the flybridge. We let the girls climb up first to get a nice "upskirt" view.

"Hey, captain!" I grinned after I climbed up. "I hope you don't mind some company."

"Not at all, mon!" Captain Bob smiled at the sight of the naked twins checking out the cushioned lounge in front of his helm station.

"Um, do you mind recording us?" I asked, handing him my phone.

"Do I get a copy, mon?" he chuckled.

"Sure," I nodded before turning around to join Bill and girls.