This time Mark had driving duty, with Sophie in the passenger seat."So, Alex. Did you bring your guitar? I brought mine, we could have a jam session. ...ou know how Sophie and Abigail love to hear us play" Mark said. Sophie rolled her eyes in the passenger seat "Yeah, sure" she said. Alex laughed and said"yeah, I brought it, it's buried under some of my stuff, but it's there." Great! I can't wait to show you that new riff I've been practicing!" You mean that one that you've been deafening me with. But I had to agree. She did look rather lovely despite being disheveled and muddied. Had a great body too with two shapely breasts that had just began to ripen.Mr M continued, “ Now tell me, what do you feel when you see a body like this. Be honest with me or you can go find another job.”I had never told anyone about my necrophilia fantasies but something in Mr M’s eyes compelled me to tell the truth. “She looks extremely pretty. I wish I could take her home and have my way with her before she. Once we knew the problem, we set our minds to finding a solution. By the time we got back to New Orleans on this trip, my wives and I had worked out a proposal to offer to Capt. Johnson. We waited until the business details had been covered from our latest trip, then we asked him to meet with the four of us—we had a proposition to offer him.Capt. Johnson met with us on our third afternoon back from the trip and we sat down in our cabin for a serious discussion. He was a little apprehensive, as. He looked down at his paper and then he looked at me. I quickly glanced away and gathered up my breakfast dishes and made my way over to the sink. The thought of Mr. Hardy getting off because he saw my naked body was actually quite thrilling. I went upstairs to get dressed and noticed that Mr. Hardy was still sitting on the porch. I opened up the window and decided to let him have another look. I tossed my robe aside and pranced around my room naked. A few minutes later my doorbell rang, I.