Oh, God! I was mortified! I was going to apologise but then, just for a few seconds... his frown disappeared...I kept wondering if my touch had anythi...g to do with it. I ran my hand across his crotch again, simply needing to prove my theory and watched his frown disappear yet again. The light twitch in his cock was all the confirmation I needed. Becoming fully aware of my own reactions, I started to play this game with him. Lingering more and more each time, I traced his cock with my. I looked at the two suitcases sitting against the wall near the living room window. I went into the bedroom and put on my workout clothes and started a calisthenics routine in the living room. Within a few moments I knew I was overworked. I rested, lying on my back on the floor, listening to my mother's voice over the telephone, over and over. I had talked about the weather. I told her I had gone here in New York, there in New York. Nothing about the ideas, the fucking, the emotional changes.. It was that aroma of a cheap perfume used to cover the whorish stench. It was that smell of a piece of white trash in unwashed clothes who only cared about where her next drug fix was coming from.Weaving back and forth in her drug induced stupor; Kim had a hard time trying to focus on me. She fell against the doorframe and slurred, "Baby, I'm home. My God, I'm home. It's finally over."I quickly glanced around and reached for the gun I now kept on the side table next to the front door. Where was. My breasts were not overly large, somewhere between a B and a C cup, but I was extremely embarrassed about being topless. I couldn't look up from the deck, where my eyes were focused on my top. My hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they descended onto my bottoms and pushed them down off my hips. My hands pushed them down as fa as my knees and gravity took over from there. They hit the deck and I stepped out of them.I didn't know why I had just stripped there on the boat, but I made no.