Donna was sans underwear and I could very easily see her shaved pussy. it was like she didnt care or intentionally got a kick out of her tease. Almost...immediately, my little head took notice. I tuned the garbage disposal with the wrench I had brought over and asked Donna to turn it on. She positioned her bare foot right between my legs, her ankle resting against my testicles. I didnt dare move or say a word. The garbage disposal roared to life. Yeah! Donna extolled, clapping her hands. Donna. I found the 10 nail sizes that fit my fingers, and inserted the base of the nails into the foam, then painted the part which stuck out of the foam a delicious slutty red! (I can’t remember if it was Revlon red or not, but it may have been, because I love that bright shade, and so do most men!) I used my hair dryer to dry the nails more quickly than they would have dried normally. Then I reversed the nail, and stuck the painted tips into the foam rubber, and painted the bases of the nails.. I was scared at first, used to being alone but later came to my senses and shouted over the sound of the shower“Jack! Is that you?”“Hmm, yes, I have to pee”“What?” I turned it off and heard him say“I have to pee. It’s urgent!”“Well, can’t you wait?”“No, I’ve been holding it all through the ride, I can’t”“Just a few more minutes!”“Can I do it in the sink?”“Eww, first Eww, second EWWW”“I’m coming in”“Wait let me unlock it”I wrapped my foam covered body with a dry towel and waited for a few. A few minutes later, the crew untied the mooring lines, and we headed across the harbour to Rushcutters Bay. The day was going to be a great one for sailing, I thought; sunny, enough wind without it being too strong, probably just what they wanted to sail over 600 miles. Once we arrived at the CYCA, the scene on the docks looked like pure chaos. There were almost 100 sailing boats of all sizes tied up, and people milling around everywhere. Our cruiser was tied up at the end of one of the finger.