There weren't any books, a radio, nothing. Not even a deck of cards. I didn't even have pots, pans, cups or china. The place looked pretty sterile, to.... It needed rugs, furniture for the living room and curtains for the windows. The bunks were bare mattresses too. The only bedding on board was covering the wheel house berth where I'd been sleeping. Hell, the place looked like a room at a Holiday Inn from hell. There wasn't even a picture on the walls. I didn't even have a chair, desk and lamp. I thought I might swing by and… see you.” I could hear the disappointment in her voice and I felt it myself as well. “I wish I felt better too, I would much rather spend time with you in bed than be alone with this bug instead. “ I pined.“Is there anything I could bring you or do for you?” Barb asked sweetly. “You have food and something to drink?”“Well… “ I paused, thinking of that segment I saw on the history channel last night and wondered if I should ask Barb. “I’ve got plenty of soup and. "As ever" I respond She gets up on her knees and slides her track shorts and panties down. They were a beautiful cotton pair with a floral pattern. She gets them completely off, taking off her shoes and socks as a result, then lowers her pelvis until she can grab me with her hand. Giving me a few more preparatory pumps, she aims me and lowers herself. Frankie had a "drooling pussy". She would get so turned on her vagina would literally leak fluid, oozing it. She lowered herself, allowing me to. ”“Thanks, it's very quiet. I really like it.”“See you in say an hour?”“Looking forward to it, Claire.”I was trying not to be too obvious, but I think she may have noticed a slight bulge in my crotch area. She grinned then started her car and left, waving as she did.Then the anxiety set in. Was I too forward too soon? Will she actually come back? Spend the night? In my bed?I told myself that I was taking a chance and all indications were that she was a willing partner in this budding romance. I.