. what's your name?" Oh, silly me, where are my manners? I'm Angela, nice to finally meetyou. Hey, do you want to come over to my house? My mom makes ...nexcellent lasagna dish!" Umm... sure. Just let me call my mom."Brad called his mom and she okay'd it for him to go over there. Whenthey got there, their mother greeted them with warm faces."Hello! You must be Brad, from school! It's so nice to finally meetyou!" Thank you, Mrs. Hammond." There's still about an hour until the lasagna's done, so. Jordan.” She repliedI smiled at her and said “Please. Call me Mike.” She blushed a little at this, then sheepishly replied “Ok, Mr. Jor-…. I mean Mike.” With that, I left the room and closed the door behind me. I heard the shower door open and close and I knew that right on the other side of this door was the object of many of my fantasies….standing in my shower…. naked….wet…… I felt my cock stirring in my boxers… I was tempted to open the door a crack and peek in. But I decided against. The soft sheer fabric slid open. The air was still warm, not the cool contrast that I half expected. His hand returned, grabbing the soft flesh. Gentle, kneading them carefully, as if he was making cookie dough.Focusing back on his kiss, I met his tongue and tested his dexterity. It curved and twisted, wrapping itself around mine treating it like a cherry stem. I could only imagine how many knots he could tie. But it was not forceful, more of a teasing coax. Inhaling, a refreshing candy cane. "After saying good bye, I went in search of a boat I could use to meet up with Mac and I didn't have to go far to find a fisherman who was doing some minor maintenance on his small craft. The twenty foot version of the bigger ferries wasn't very fast. I think he had stuffed a small motorcycle engine in a more or less watertight compartment in the bowels of the boat, that's what most of them did. They claimed they were "marinised" but I had no idea what that meant – they still looked like small.