The woman was in another bed, two feet away from the one the man was in. It reminded Cindy of the motel room."They're married, right?" she asked."Yeah..." said Dave, his concentration on the humor in the argument."So why are they in separate beds?" asked his daughter.Dave looked at his daughter. Her face was inches from him, but she was staring at the screen."Back then, you couldn't show married people in bed together," he said."You're kidding!" said Cindy, clearly amazed."Nope. The censors. Her body was glistening, absolutely covered in cum, despite the fact that there were several damp, sticky terry cloth towels strewn around on the floor. Jake closed the door behind him.Jake sighed in relief, not even realizing he'd been holding his breath when Béla rolled over at the sound of the door closing. She turned toward him, smiling."Nice man want fuck Béla, yes?" she cooed at him, her fingers caressing her cum-covered belly."Nice man want fuck Béla," Jake said, copying her tone. He. I certified your hour meters and entered my findings in your log. You can leave with my blessings ... as soon as you fork over." He laughed.She paid ... nowhere near as reluctantly as she had planned."Now ... here's a real problem," the mechanic said, holding up a glass. "This is water. Somewhere along the line, you got fuel with a lot of water. Where did you fuel?" Manitowoc when she was new, Chicago at the Yacht Club and Pentwater and Frankfort." David said. "But the boat sat on the hard for. They knew I was getting excited by their semi nudeness and they were enjoying, I seemed. I did not move from my place and kept on looking at them.Casually they got into the water, wearing the white towel around their waist. Now I could see their boobs only above the water.I knew when they raise themselves from the water, they would be wet and the wet towel would cling to their body, showing a vague picture of their pussies. After some moments they raised themselves from the water, as if nothing.