’ Turtle-man turned to the sound of my voice. He blinked slowly, mutely took in my form, working out in his turtle-mind, I suppose, if I was a threa... or not. ‘Fuckin’-A, sorry, man, about all that shit.’ I shrugged my shoulders. ‘Ce la guerre,’ I managed to say, and the Turtle-man blinked again, before he walked up into the cockpit of his boat and stretched. Still looking around, he walked over to the lifelines and leaned over towards me. ‘Hi. My name’s Hank Peterson, and thanks, I guess.’ I. "Come on," he goaded. Two little words, yet the way he said it made it the most convincing argument I'd ever heard.I was so nervous. My heart was pounding so loud I was sure that he must have been able to hear it. I felt like a little girl again. Like a virgin teenager. I kicked my tennis shoes off my sockless feet.I reached down and slowly began pulling my t-shirt up over my head. Beneath it I wore the most basic white cotton under wear that they make. Totally benign. I stopped right below my. She and Casey approached him, and leaned against his toy aswell, one on either side of Robert. Dina took a macho stance, arms foldedacross her now strong, flat chest. Casey eased himself onto the hood, andteasingly crossed his shapely legs, pointing the toes of his high heelsdownward submissively, which only made his legs more delicious."Hey, stranger" Dina said. "How's tricks?" Fine, just fine," Robert playfully shot back, "I should be asking thetwo of you that question, no?" It was truly an. "No. And what the fuck is this, why am I being interviewed?" It’s for my website." she replied. She moved toward me. She removed her top. She had no bra. My heart started racing. I started getting wet. She pushed me and I fell on the bed. She was now on top of my legs. She moved toward me the way an angry cat does. Her face reached mine. She kissed me. And again her kiss wasn't as good as Whitney’s but it I enjoyed it.I touched her tits. They looked just like mine only bigger. They were softer.