“Oh, thank you.” Laura responded.Almost immediately Marcy planted a big, juicy kiss on Laura’s lips. “Tastes like wine, huh?” She giggled. ...Marcy then put down her glass and reached over to Laura and lifted her dress, “Do you like what you see, Brian? He’s been waiting for this all evening.”I felt my manhood on the rise once more. Actually my cock has not had a break the whole trip with my step-sister around.“Let’s give Brian a show.” Marcy stated with confidence, “He likes to watch you. .. a VERY hot summer; I spent too long outside ... I fell asleep in the sunshine ... I don't really remember much more." And was your lovely boy the same age as you?" he asked softly."No he was a little younger than me ... it was his twenty fourth birthday, we were outside enjoying a picnic." She smiled softly as she remembered. "He was younger than me; that was why I called him my lovely boy." It says here that you died more than sixty years ago."She looked at him in surprise. "Sixty years! It. What’d you call it, living vicariously through what you learn from others is the recommended solution.”Fuck. She was nice, but as a consultant I was ready to draw her a two-by-two matrix to describe her options and show her why gleaning stories and masturbating was probably the best solution given the constraints in her life.Delores seemed dejected. She said, “Yeah, you’re right. If I can get permission from Marty I’ll come and find you.” She suddenly brightened, “In the meanwhile, tell me a. But ... first I need a shower ... NOW.I don’t know if the hotel has a bath ... or hot water. I walked westish on Peninsula Beach road. I took the pedestrian walkway up to Island Terrace. It’s noonish ... I’d slept myself out ... so I looked both ways ... twice.These folks drive on the left but at sea boats must obey right of way. And sailboats not under power have right of way ... as long as the sailboat isn’t stupid about it. Ships are clumsy and slow to stop.Island Terrace has a designated.