If she had decided to strip down for the rinse off, she would be left with either putting her suit back on or covering herself with one of these towel.... I couldn't imagine that she would want to put her wet suit back on, which would leave wrapping herself in a towel as her only other option. As I considered the length of these towels I started to feel a now very familiar tingle in my loins. I immediately grabbed the bag and my wet suit, with the towel secured around my waist, and headed outside. Chin at his work was dangerous. Not physically, Mr. Chin wouldn’t risk losing face that way. But even worse would be the loss of face in front of the old man and the family. Betty would wait patiently until her grandfather finished, and then she could continue.When Mr. Chin finished the letter he was working on, he stopped and cleaned his brush. Checking the bristle conditions and carefully putting it in its case. He then looked up. “Granddaughter, what has bothered you so much?”The girl, not. The bra was the same, and this made the wet look material stretch and hug my breasts making them look even bigger. My cock twitched, caged and now inside the tight panties it was begging for release.I began to button the blouse, and again it felt tight. There was a theme here, and I realised everything was at least a size smaller than I needed, this was going to be a very figure hugging outfit. Modest at first glance, but tight and revealing. As I fastened the buttons over the bra they barely. "Why don't you take the helm for a bit, and I'll get some coffee and biscuits." I bought some Danish for us." Danish it is, then," he agreed as he headed for the companionway.A quick look around told him the wind was finally picking up from the northwest as expected, and they could raise sail when they'd had their coffee.Tom's father had purchased the 46 foot Hunter from a somewhat desperate business colleague when his divorce made it an expensive millstone around his neck. He then set about.