Her low heeled combat boots peeking out of her long tutu-esque dress that filled the cart. She was used to people staring at her, disapproving in the...way she set herself alight. “Everyone should ride the shopping cart, don’t you think?" she wondered out loud. "It’s fun.” She shed other people’s inhibitions, and insecurities with the way she giggled unapologetically. “That’s right doll.” He pushed the shopping cart fast and hard toward the cookie isle. She wanted chocolate chip cookies. “Ooh,. My step father had a place on Chesapeake Bay—everybody sailed. There were always sailing clubs associated with the Navy/Marine Corps bases to which I was assigned.’ ‘I haven’t sailed in years, but my dad’s career in the Corps often put our family near the water. I used to love to sail—did it every time I could when I was younger. There hasn’t been much time over the last few years, but I still love it.’ Janet replied wistfully. ‘Why don’t you come down to the Lake tomorrow? We are always. Iris led me to her bedroom en-suite and eagerly we striped off; embraced beneath the shower and yelled gleefully as the warm spray hit our naked skin.After our slippery soapy shower, we towelled and talcumed each other before we snuggled naked into her big soft bed. Then from her bedside cabinet Iris poured us both a large stiff bourbon which we both dispatched far too quickly.Iris began stimulating me about my next sex session with my son Guy; fingering my clitoris as she spoke; her lurid. The jacket was strapped and buckled tight behind her as well and a length of heavy chain ran around her waist and off to a wide pipe in one corner of the cabin where it was padlocked in place."Sorry about the chain, Sir. I know it's a bit heavy for the job but it was the only thing QM could let me have at short notice." And the jacket? It looks like it was designed for restraining some higher grade of lunatic. Was it really necessary to use something that looks like it was run up out of the.