That worried Laura a tad. Laura dallied for a minute more, and then started stripping. She tossed off her flowery old woman gown that had an abundance...of lovely green peacocks sewn into a brown forest. She wriggled out of her black petticoat that people who were raised like her still wore under their gowns. She hesitated only a moment while standing in front of the redoubtable Madame Juliette and the porcine blonde in her white bra and panties, wondering how they would judge her for the shape. "I'm looking for Tony Smith"."I'm Tony sir, what can I do for you?" Tony replied. "Come on aboard, we were just finishing."The man introduced himself as Ned Stevens, the operations manager for the marina. "Tony I've had six different reporters come by in the last day looking for either you or this amazing boat of yours. A '57 Constellation isn't she?" Yes sir, she's a '57," Tony said smiling. The man knew his boats."Finest one I've ever seen son, do you work on her yourself." Mostly, she had a. But the mesmerizing display of tits proved too distracting: Suddenly, two pairs of rough hands grabbed him by the upper arms and lifted him bodily from the ground, exposing the boner tenting his swimming trunks."I fucking knew it, this little pervert was creeping on the girls!" Goddamn sicko. I'd ask if you were getting off on this, but that much is obvious."James' panting and reddened face had attracted to surfer guys, bodies tanned and chiseled to near-perfect condition. They were holding up. Jennifer opened her eyes and looked at me. “Smartass,” she said. I laughed and Jennifer giggled.“I believe you have a little chore to do today, so maybe you should think about getting up,” I told her.Jennifer looked over at the clock and with a deadpan look said “Yes, it’s such an onerous task that I have to do today.” She couldn’t hold her laughter in any longer. Once she settled down she pulled me down to give me a lover’s kiss. I took the opportunity to allow my hand to slide up until it was.