I had a few drinks while getting well fondled…especially my ass. For the first few hours out, I was the barmaid/waitress/snack-bringer. It was easy ...or me, in a bikini bottom and t-shirt, to flit around getting things done; keep them happy and keeping the drinks filled. I fawned over them and did my best; they, in turn, shoved bills into the bikini.At one point I was asked to go to my cabin [a little thing in the forward part of the boat] to handle a small problem. The guy just took my hand as. (Hope I make it there.)I’ll tell you a little more of my mom so you know why I have those loving thoughts of our time together.We were Florida farmers or if you were in Texas we would have been ranchers. Our farm had acreage that was used for strawberries and then when all the berries were gone, the fields and rows were replanted with broccoli and tomatoes.That was just the big rotating garden plots that we sold the produce to the big grocery companies. This area covered about a hundred acres.. Folkvar, hefted is battle axe to feel its familiar weight in his hand while smiling. From across the hut, came the call of his wife, her own gaiety lilting her voice. ‘I know that look, it brings fear to your enemies and heat to my loins…’ Dropping his axe to the ground, he spun and charged to scoop her up in his battle ripened arms. His blond mane matched hers in color and thickness as he pressed his forehead against hers and their faces were curtained in gold. ‘Gudrun my love…’ He kissed her. She and I had been friends forever, and the physical attraction magnified that for me.She leaned against me in the cramped back seat and idly traced her fingertip against my thigh. Mark glanced back at us with an indulgent smile, but looked away before Joe noticed. Bethany glanced up at me afterwards with an echoing grin. We hadn’t really talked about it, but I felt a kind of bond between the three of us I’d never expected.After we pulled into the parking lot and climbed out of the deathtrap my.