I was in the middle of drinking a bit of bourbon and Coke and smoking a doobie (another issue with Lizzie, as she didn’t like my fondness for weed) ...hen this really sexy Goth with jet-black hair and rather long legs, who reminded me a bit of Eva Green, simply, unceremoniously, planted herself on my lap and pulled up her leather skirt to grind her bare pussy against my crotch. Her juices soaked my pants right in that area as she rubbed against me, as if to get her scent on me, and she didn’t. ?It?s a blackfin.? Kelly announced aftermaking sure Helen?s catch wasn?t going anywhere but on ice for the triphome.?I thought you said it was a tuna???Yes.? Kelly grinned. ?A blackfin tuna, and a very nice size one atthat!? Kelly hefted the tuna up while carrying it to the center of thecockpit area. ?It must go at least twenty five pounds!??Can we take a picture?? Helen asked.?I?ll do better than that.? Kelly smiled opening a hatch and pulling outsome small rope and a very large fish scale. You look at me. Your eyes are green and very direct. “If you take it we’ll both enjoy it more,” you say. I’m a bit stunned; this is not who I expected you to be. I reach down with both hands and pull your skirt up over your hips and slide your panties down to your ankles. Then I step back and look at you – your arms pinned to your sides with your sweater and your tits and pussy exposed.I tell you to step out of your panties and then I walk you over to your dining table. I push you down. Strange, I thought, but didn't think much of it at the time. Later in the evening (around 9pm), she came into my at-home office and asked me to help her with the cable in her room, which had fallen out of the cable jack. She was wearing a tight t-shirt, no bra (she's got some serious DD hangers--and oh do they hang so perfectly--not saggy at all from what I've seen!!), and short boy boxer shorts. Sheepishly, I said, "Of course, what seems to be the problem?" As I followed her into the room.