’ Steven said smiling at me. Steven pulled me to him, I snuggled into him glad he was here. He placed his hand on my thigh. Drumming his fingers upo... my bare thigh. I forgot the noise, I only knew Steven was playing with fire. I had been wanting him the last one hundred miles. He was playing the piano on my thigh. I was trembling. ‘Oh Katherine are you cold?’ He grinned cocky. ‘Steven isn’t that our cabin straight in front of us?’ I pretended not to know he wanted me to admit I wasn’t cold.. See you later!" Official diggers would trace it to an Internet café in Colorado with considerable effort. I figured the inquiry might generate a little local fame for the café, if anything.Because Ashley and his people were keeping their search for us strictly on the q.t. With the heavy-heavy hanging over their heads—as they saw it, anyway—they couldn't afford to make anything public; no more media stories. I was pretty sure they wouldn't even risk circulating privately along police channels,. I feel my knees weakening and my heart pounding as they cup and fondle and squeeze and kiss. A hand takes my wrist, moving my hand slowly until I come in contact with the owner’s hard, thick cock. As I wrap my fingers around it, I hear him sigh and he lets go of my wrist. The boy behind me holds my hips and presses against my ass, letting me feel the hard, thick bulge under his jeans. A hand grips the back of my head, slowly bending me over and moving my face toward the hard cock I am stroking.. "Else the Harbour Master'll rip us both a new one." I made a zipping motion across my lips and smiled back.Skip put on a radio headset and conducted an unintelligible conversation with the wharf crew which I hope meant they had cast off and we were cleared to leave port. He brought the engines up to a high idle to move us smoothly away from the wharf and then slowly added more power until we were underway and cruising out past Manly Point."Don'choo have another movie to make, love?" Skip asked..