”“Do you know of any?”“Not used ones but they are building them bigger at the shipyard. I can walk over with you if you want.”There was a bi... one about to start being built out on the insides and Tom made a deal with the company to put in an additional five berths for people and stalls below. There were ramps that went over the stairs and they were less steep which took up more room but would make loading and unloading easier. They needed a couple weeks to finish the work, but the deal was. I could quite easily have just lain back and let her continue. “I could help you write a cuckold story,” she suggested. I did write erotica and she would help me out occasionally with a woman’s perspective on romantic erotica. “How?” I asked her. Trish reached up and kissed me, “I could help you experience the feeling of being cuckolded,” she said as she slowly stroked me. “I don’t actually mean go the whole way with it but take you as far as the edge, shall we say. You would know what it. She stepped out, and I repeated my offer to take her home.“You can’t drive, and you shouldn’t be at home by yourself with that concussion. I’ll stay here with you.”“I only have the one bed.”“I thought you had two bedrooms.”“I do, but I never bothered to furnish it. What about your place?”“I rent a room from a friend of my father’s, so I have just the one bed, too. We can share yours, if it’s big enough.”“You want to share a bed with me?”“Are you planning to molest me if I do?”“No.”“Then, yes, I. Major piece to someone and she wanted to celebrate but she didn’t want to do it alone. She insisted on buying me some of the most expensive sculptural clay there is, and a set of tools that I could never ever afford. ‘You sold out?’ Jillian asked. ‘Will you keep quiet, Jillian? Damn you really know how to screw up a mood.’ Lilly said. ‘So then we went out to eat and something magical happened. She reached up to wipe some sauce from the corner of my mouth and we looked into each other’s eyes.