The men still had raging hardons and bided their time, stroking the bodies of the naked women beside them while they recuperated. Soon the women opene... their eyes and smiled slyly, knowing the entertainment had only begun.The wife sat up and climbed off the bed, running her hands through her hair and starting to sway her curvaceous hips. She turned around and focused on touching her body as she danced for her three companions on the bed. The other woman touched the men’s bare chests beside her,. They ate their lunch, had another swim, and drove back to town, and he didn't say a word about his mother jacking him off.She knew he'd bring it up sooner or later, though. The next time he got horny, he'd be sure to ask her for a repeat performance or even more. She decided she'd better head him off. That evening as they sat in the living room watching television, she prepared herself for a serious talk with her son."Are you really watching that show, Dane?" she asked."Not really," he. At least what I could see of it. The Miami man had sent cash and why wouldn't he. All his money needed cleaning and he knew I understood it. I packed the little camera back up and cut the tape on the box.Once I walked out the door carrying the box with the top open Wilson came out to meet me. "What was it," he asked.I didn't answer till I got close. "Cash," I said quietly. I know you are probably still in cop mode, so you don't have to take any." I said."How much is there?" Wilson asked."It. “OK, Gretchen. That was good! Let’s give someone else a chance. Who’s got a Voyeur category story?”The Captain scanned the eagerly waving hands and picked a middle-aged woman in the second row.“Aha! Voyeurism! I can see why you’re sitting so close in the second row!”“No, that’s not why,” the woman objected. “I’m not much of a voyeur. It’s because I left my glasses in the cabin!”Another burst of laughter came from the audience, and the Captain went on.“Well, my dear, in case you can’t see too.