I let it be known that I’d like to purchase a small boat suitable for deep sea sport fishing. Several boats were offered to me but all of them seeme... to be either too small or too big. Too small a boat would likely mean I couldn’t comfortably live on it if I chose to go out for several days, too big a boat meant I wouldn’t be able to handle it by myself.One day I was told to go and see an elderly gentleman who apparently had a boat like I was seeking and one that he might be willing to sell. I. Halfway through our session, the doorbell rang."Ah," Mrs. James said as she stood and headed for the front door, "that'll be our model. She said she wanted to drop by and talk to us about it."I had no idea who or what to expect as a model for my very first serious oil portrait but curiosity was killing me as I sipped my tea and waited for them to come through to the kitchen. It was Andrea, about the last person in the world I'd have expected. I must have lit up like a candle when she stepped. ”“I’m pretty sure it was mentioned at some point after we met, but things got so crazy you forgot. I’m pretty sure I mentioned something in my journal about Jennifer and me at Camp Marydale. No matter. I hadn’t even thought about it in a long time until I was talking to Jodie today.”“And after you talked?” Elyse prompted.“She walked me to my car, we said goodbye, and I came back here. No kisses. No hugs. No offers of wild sex.”“I’m up for wild sex!” Elyse laughed. “But I guess I have to wait. He swallowed with a grimace, trying to stomach the endless amount of cum Ethan had shot into him. Then he licked his dry lips and looked up at Ethan once more, at the twitching semi-erect monster that still swayed only inches from his mouth. Holy fuck, Sam gasped with a wavering voice, once he had got his breath back. Sam felt hands around his waist, pulling him to his feet. He stood, shakily, falling forwards into the steel wall in front of him. Now its my turn, Ben whispered in his ear. .