The fact that the ex-neighbor Anton Larsson was and still is my best friend and his wife Emma was good friend with Lisa gave us a complete view into b...th our friends' and my wife's cousin's dirty divorces.My own problems began in a totally innocent and unexpected way. Lisa works one Saturday a month which is compensated for, with free-time after lunch every Wednesday. She really likes that deal so she can take care of her many errands while the kids are at school.That Wednesday, I remembered. My eyes were my hands and ears, not very useful in a case like this. I grew a bit uncomfortable."Hee… What do you mean, kinky?" I asked."Ah. Okay. So it is not here on purpose? Well, I tell you, I didn't care about your blindness, but this … I'm sorry, but I care VERY much!" Miles! What... What are you talking about? Tell me!"The noise I heard next was not the one I wished to hear. It was the evident rubbery noise of a latex garment. Only now, I remembered and understood what Miles saw and just. There were several shots from our side from about where Dave had been standing. I could clearly see two dead men on the deck, a couple more in the water. I had my pistol out and was looking for a target when Dean yelled ‘Clear!’ from his spot on top of the flybridge.“Someone with a rifle took a shot at Dean from near the bridge over there. I shot back and one of those idiots on the bow pulled a pistol. Fuck ‘em.” Dave said, his expression grim. I was already heading up the ladder to find that. I apologised coming out with crap like "this is the first time. Never done anything like this before" . He was staring at my now limp cock. He was in his late teens or early twenties wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. " you don't need to hide it if you don't want to" he mumbled, that was all my cock needed to stir into life again, it started to bulge. Nervously we both kept looking behind each other to make sure nobody was in the distance, reassured he put his hand inside his jeans, undid the.