The idea that I may have played a little part, that's a pleasant feeling.I reply to the email, letting them know that we'll be on the boat and off the...grid for the weekend. We do that. We both carry smartphones, and even in the middle of the bay, we can get reception, so we're not isolated. I mean, iPad? Makes it nice if you get a desire to find a fact or a book or a bit of knowledge, but you won't see Jo and Stoney ignoring each other over iPhones.Oh, yes, we both read. I dunno. How DO you. They were all shapes and sizes and all ages. The only thing they all seemed to have in common were they all looked rough and dirty.We found a table and I sat down while Chas went to get a few drinks. A lot of men had stared at me as I walked in and I had heard a lot of comments from others mainly about fucking the ass off that tart. Chas brought the drinks back and sat down. I was transfixed on watching another girl now on stage taking her clothes off for all the leering men, and she had her. Her shirt was soaked and I could make out her hard nipples poking through her shirt. She was in her panties which I couldn't tellif it was soaked with pussy juice or water. I was thinking a little of both. As she sat there wiping him, I could see down her shirt.Her tits were flopping around in her shirt as she wiped him off. Suddenly she looked up and saw me standing there and tried to explain "I uh... um... just gave him a bath. He needed one. I had alittle time since Cindy was sleeping so. ”“You could uncover it now, if you want.” We pushed the blanket down and lay naked in each other’s arms. I was hard against her stomach and her hand grasped me as we kissed good morning. “I can hardly believe this was in me ... you were inside me, Pen. Do you love me?”“Oh, Annette, I love you so much it hurts. I think my heart will burst.”“That was a very poetic thing to say. Where did those words come from?”“I don’t know. I didn’t want to leave you in bed while I painted this morning. But the.