She had never, not once, had touched herself when thinking about women daring not to take that step, but this time was different. Masturbation was one...thing that she just couldn’t get right. She could fill her body with what she believed to be ecstasy but never go all the way. The prospect of an orgasm haunted her as she desperately tried to reach it sometimes twice a day. She was beginning to wonder if it did actually exist.Laying in her warm bed, all her senses but one becoming drowned by one. He leaned into Stephie.“I want to suck it.” The request just came out of his mouth. He never gave it a second thought. It seemed that all the dressing up, the wigs, the lipstick were all leading up to the moment when he would make that remark to someone.She looked at him, surprised but excited. “Really?”“Yes, really,” he replied.And he did. He did. He wanted his mouth around her warm hot cock. He wanted to suck on her bulbous head and let it slide into his mouth and as far down his throat as he. But they weren’t expecting me to be fully naked. I was already shocked.I didn’t even try to cover myself with my hands. They were also confused and weren’t reacting at all. These two were the ones who were criticizing the third one. Now I peeped towards the third one, who was examining me from top to bottom with a smile on his face.He pulled the nozzle once again, didn’t mention the amount and started to fill the tank once again. He filled the tank to full and then closed the nozzle and fixed. " I understand. I had my boat stolen a few days ago from Campbell River and I wanted to find out if this was it." Okay, I heard about that. We're wondering the same thing. Why don't you step aboard and I'll take you over there. Maybe there's something you can identify. There isn't much left of it though." I'm Pat Hamelin," I said by introduction and we motored carefully back to the scene."Corporal Williston, Search and Rescue, Comox. Was your boat all wood?" Yes. It was a motor launch built in.