I quickly grew hard as I watched the performance. She would squirt some lotion in a long line from her ankle to her thigh and then slowly rub it in. S...e would raise her leg into the air as she did this, and it drew my eyes directly to between her legs. The thin yellow material barely covered her and when she would turn her leg a certain way, it would tighten enough that I could see the lips of her pussy. When she finished with her legs, she moved up to her belly and chest. Sitting up the way. .. water. It would have been better if you had agreed to stay put on your own ... you could shit in the head ... now ... if you have to go..." Sally faded that sentence perfectly as the pair of women walked off the boat.I didn't have to go before she said that ... now? I'm in trouble. I hollered out the port, "I'll be good!" We'll see," said Grace ... but they kept walking. Pretty quick I could hear the Lyman utility fire up and leave."SHIT!!" I was pissed. "GOD-DAMN-IT-ALL-TO-HELL!. " Yeah, about that," she laughed, "I doubt that YOU'RE somebody I have to worry about."I was thinking, 'If you'd seen what was in my head when poor, plain little Ronni walked in wearing that damned t-shirt last night.' I said, however, "Sadly, I'm too crippled to be dangerous." You and me need to talk about danger one of these days, Dave. I brought you grits and bacon and eggs for breakfast, Dave. I hope that's okay." Gosh, yes, Rena. I'm gonna weigh 500 pounds if I keep eating like this.. Bill just smiled and watched her as she scanned the menu. A few moments later, a waiter arrived to ask if they wanted anything to drink."Zena, what would you like?" White wine would be nice," she answered tentatively.Bill turned to their waiter. "What would you suggest, sir?" Ah, if you prefer a dry wine, I would suggest a California Chardonnay or an Italian Pinot Grigio. If something sweeter is more to your taste, perhaps a Riesling or a Liebfraumilch." Do you have a preference, Zena?" No, but.