He wasn’t objecting to what I was doing at all.I continued to rub and squeeze and feel his cock and he was growing bigger. I said, “That feels blo...dy nice to me!”“Me too,” he grinned. “How about unzipping and lowering your jeans so I can see it?”“Somebody might see.”“No they won’t. We’re sitting high up. It will just look like we’re two guys talking.”He unzipped and raised up off the seat and lowered his jeans and underwear to his knees. He raised up his shirt so I had a clear view. His uncut. “Ah. Right.” he replied, adjusting himself. “Do you want to talk about it?”“I’m good,” I responded. “I think I just need to get some sleep and think things through a little bit, y’know, making decisions for the future and all that.”“Yeah, it can seem difficult to truly know what are the right decisions in certain situations.” He took his eyes off of me to look into his tea cup. “But I think you know how to make good decisions, so I’ll spare you the lecture.”It took me a lot to keep from. "That was the object of the exercise of banding together in the first place. Just try to relax, Angel. If they see that you're uptight, they'll wonder why, and maybe take the ship apart to find out." Here they come," Tracy called out a warning to her brother a few minutes later.Brandon made his way back on deck and noted that they seemed to be the ship that the patrol boat had in mind to search first."Isn't that kind of them," he cryptically mentioned. "They're going to look at us first. I. ”“But Joe...”“Of course I wanted her,” Joe sighed. “She’s obviously gorgeous, and I happen to love smart women, but she’s also one of the women I love most in my life.”“Including her mother,” Rachel said.“Thanks Rache,” Joe muttered.“What? She obviously likes you. You don’t think she should know how complicated this all is?”“You’re fucking her mother and her?” Laura gasped and got up.“Sit,” said Shawna.“Fuck you. You’re obviously one of his women.”“I am. I happen to be carrying his child. But.