”“Not right now,” she repeated. “Let’s shower.”The shower cubicle in the master en suite could be considered a room on its own. There was ...ertainly enough room in it for my mother and I. Even room enough for another couple if need be. Hmmm, that was a provocative thought.We took turns washing each other and playing as we did. Hands, soap, and wash cloths covered every inch of our bodies. We laughed and giggled through our bathing process. Rubbing my soapy hands across my mother’s boobs felt. Sometimes two of us having sex while the third masturbated, sometimes all of us masturbating and watching each other. It was fun and hot. The one thing we hadn't done was me taking a cock in my ass, whether it was Jim or Candy. I guess the part of me that was scared was stronger than the part of me that was curious.One day while I was working in the store, I had an older gentleman ask me for some "Poppers". I wasn't sure what he was talking about, so I asked him to point them out to me since I. I should have been running rescue drills and man overboard drills before we ever left Pentwater. My fault." He was truly embarrassed. "Get dressed. Your life jacket has a lanyard ring to attach your emergency beacon to. The beacon is in the charger on the cabin desk. Get dressed and come up. You might check on Julie."The weather station began again. 'This is the National Weather Service Forecast for the Great Lakes region. Tuesday, August 19th, 1986. The time is 6:45 PM. A fast moving Canadian. .. my, uh ... boob tube needs some adjusting." Let me try turning these knobs and see if that helps." She giggles as I reach inside her robe, then swoons as I squeeze her nipples, playfully twisting them a little bit.She presses her hips harder against mine and gently sways them. "Oh yes, that helps. My reception is stronger now." Then she lets her robe fall open, her nude body pressed against my not-so-nude body."I must say, that did seem to make you more receptive." Okay, that brings me to.