This is completely not me! Sure, I do my share of flirting for drinks....but not this!I watched a few guts and couples go in and out so I pulled up my...big girl panties and went in. The place was nasty dirty and smelled of bleach. I explained my situation to the big biker guy at the counter. He said I could look around at the videos and toys than go upstairs. I was not interested in videos and had enough toys already so I went up the pitch black staircase. I opened the door at the top too find. It’s like everyone is inherently a moderate person to her, and when they’re too mean or too nice, she shifts them back in her mind and overcompensates.”“Ouch.” I laughed.“Sorry, just thinking out loud.” Chris replied, tired.“You might be right though.” I nodded. “I mean in most cases modesty is good, but you’re right - if you’re being truthful you were nothing but there for her.”“And maybe my nosy involved way of caring is hurtful to her.” Chris mused. “Maybe that’s what hurt her, me being. I heard muffled voices then the engine started. I felt us begin to move.Lori told us to go and freshen up and change while we made our way to our destination. Chuck asked something about a package. Lori said things were in place. I looked at him inquisitively. He smiled and gently turned me toward the aft end of the boat toward our room. Mother and the girls followed behind.Chuck opened the door to our room. There, laying on the bed, was the transparent black dress I had worn for the wedding.. At first it was very pleasant feeling his hand on my breasts, but I knew I should stop him. After a little struggle he re-started the car again and took me home. I lay in my virgin bed, my breasts still tingling from his touch, it had felt so nice, but I knew I should have stopped him. The next time he took me out it was the same. But this time he managed to undo my blouse buttons to allow his hand inside and on to my bra. It funny, I wasn't thinking about what he was doing to me but how I.