I laid back down and tried to envision in my mind a picture of the young nymph, the beautiful daughter of the older couple that ran the Marina. She ha... been flitting about in her little outboard runabout all day, barefoot, short shorts, and a halter top that did not began to conceal her ample breasts. Her sun streaked blond hair and bronze colored skin had made a lasting impression on me when she assigned me to an anchorage early that day.Friendly banter, full of sexual innuendo, had me looking. I will accept your offer without further ado. I will be delighted to have you for a mate. I hope that you will not think amiss of me because I do not have a suitable gift for you, but I will find something as soon as I can. Mating gifts are not common among my people, and that is my excuse for not thinking about it before now. However, I think that it is a wonderful idea, and I will honor it as soon as possible.”“Don’t worry about that, Almo. You are carrying the one gift that I want the most. Only the addition of a second feather, one on her belly and sides, the other brushing between her breast in response. Lexi could only twist and giggle as the feathers worked over her body. Now both tickling her side, then moving up to attack each breast. The feathers left her skin, only to return now on the backside of her knees, causing renewed giggles. Inexorably the feathers moved up her legs, now teasing her thighs, then her ass.Finally the tickle attack seemed to stop. The feathers gone. My silly wife doesn't have any sense of giving good head."The divorce was finalized a year later and shortly after, she had inherited the house and both she and Claire moved in and far away from the bitter memories of a failed marriage.Claire was not too happy to hear there was a police officer coming to stay the night and check for suspicious characters lurking in the hidden recesses of the older house. She had been momentarily interested picturing a young guy with a gun in a holster but when.