I showered for a long time, running my hands over my boobs and between my legs. It was no good I need a man to touch me. Oh fuck it, perhaps I try my ...airbrush handle again. I put the big towel around me and headed for my room, it was quite late, but there was a light under my brother's door. I hesitated a few seconds, then I knocked lightly and entered. He was sat in his underclothes, in front of his computer; his face turned towards me had that guilty look all over it. The little nerd was. Dave could hear the sucking as she pulled each finger out. When they were clean, the blonde bent down and they kissed again. Standing, the blonde waited. The brunette looked up and said “Harder” The blonde smiled and walked behind her. Raising the cane she struck. The red mark jumped up, but the brunette didn't scream, she just moaned. Her backside fell a little as the knees gave way, but she straightened them and waited. Another strike caused her to moan some more and she started to sway. “Or not...”“Come on, cap’n. You KNOW we’ll have time out on the waterway...”The two of us have the morning routine, several of ‘em, actually, down pat. This one is the ‘we want to have a full day’s trip for a goal’ routine. Faces washed, teeth brushed, dressed with clothes suitable for motoring through civilization, she’s doing breakfast for us while I’m giving the little diesel its daily attention.In the windless early morning, leaving the marina is as simple as pulling in the mooring lines. ”“What do you mean,” inquired Shawn.“I mean yo’ face just be tellin’ when you thank muthafuckas stupid.”“Oh yeah! I do have an expressive face. My bad.”“You good, boss!”“Don’t call me that. We’re equals.”“Nah, mane! You da boss.”“I guess,” laughed Shawn.“I’m fah real. You got shit together. Married. k**. House. I want dat shit!”“You can get it. Just make sure it’s what you really want.”“Bet.”They ordered another round of alcohol.“How often you be goin’ to da gym,” Mario inquired.“Three or four.