I laughed and reminded her of the time, she caught me wanking and said “if I wasn’t her brother, she would love that in her pussy” Heather blush...d and then said “well it true it is a shame you’re my brother, I bet you have fucked a few women that love it”? “Only one s*s” “oh only one?” As Heather rubbed my leg she slightly traced her finger over the outline on my cock “who would know John, if we did I’m on the pill and I can’t see you being a disappointment”, “but it wrong and if we got. ‘Seriously?’ She was really getting pampered tonight and didn’t know why. She thought better of questioning the situation and laid back to enjoy the feeling of his hands caressing her skin. As he worked he asked and she told all about the ship’s movement and how she’d successfully gotten the ship to sea on a short timeline. He finished up and hung the loofah back up on the side of the shower. ‘Thank you, I’ll be down in a little for dinner,’ she said. He just smiled and knelt back down beside. I turned and started to walk back to the shore. In the edge of the surf, I kicked the water. ‘You okay?’ I looked up and it was the guy with the ‘Fish or Die’ hat, the first person I’d seen at the start of summer. I was barely covered then, my blouse unbuttoned. Now I was standing in front of him with no way to hide my nakedness. He was wiping his face with a bandana, the front of his shirt was dripping wet, I assume from the water that I’d just kicked. ‘I guess. No not really.’ Another big sob. Few realised how good she actually was in going undercover, since it usually didn't make it onto the cover of tabloids!To begin with, she had gathered up her hair in a surprisingly compact tuft. Who would suspect her famous long golden tresses hidden in there! Then there was the LA-Lakers T-shirt. She had never worn it before, and it would blend her perfectly into the crowd. With no bra underneath it, her firm tits could do well without, at least when she wasn't bouncing around a court. With.