"I bet you're wondering what's going on, aren't you?" She said.I just nodded my head, trying to keep Becca in focus through the tears."I've lived with...you for two years. I've done everything for you. Imade you think that I was the perfect woman. I did your laundry, Iwashed the dishes, I mowed the yard. I put up with your alcoholism andyour abuse. And for what? You never had any intention of marrying me,did you? I got with you for your money, but without marrying me, Ican't get it. So a few of. I'd guess probably 5'4 and about 150. Not overweight or heavy, but just a bit stockier than most girls I'd typically look at. But one thing I couldn't help but notice were the fucking boobs this 17 year old girl has. I'm not kidding when I say she walks into the room and you'd see her boobs and then the rest of her. Very cute face, but a fucking unbelievable chest for a girl her age. I cannot tell you how many times I'd glance at her boobs, feel my dick getting hard, and have to either stop. They were a little surprised that my little boat was so well outfitted. It wasn't the staterooms that impressed them but the size of the galley and the well equipped bar in the main salon.They finally agreed on a triangle with the first leg southeast about three hours, then west for two hours and north to harbor for another four hours. The men seemed to prefer using the salon and settled in, helping themselves to the bar while I set up our cruise on the computer. Ellie, Trudi and Martha all. I knew how they felt but you had to be careful 'cause there was a lot of slick spots from oil and other debris. I hollered for them to slow down and hell, about that time Teddy, who was leading the group that was haulin' ass, hit something and went down. Poor asshole slid right into this hellacious fire around an overturned tanker truck. I thought we was lucky that more didn't go down the same way. Course that knocked some sense into those knuckleheads and most of them slowed up quite a bit. We.