That is a skill I have never developed, so I always go with discretion. A foot of space is always a good start and it gives you room to duck if she th...ows something. She must have known what I was going to do, or sensed it because the tension in my hands had just relaxed when she dropped her left hand onto mine and held in it place against her hip, her head shaking at the same time she whispered ‘no’ again, then emphasizing it by tightening her hand on mine and pulling me closer with the hand. She tightens up a bit to my touch, which seemed for ever, and in almost an instant she relaxed. What felt like forever, also felt like no time at all. She looked over at me once to see if I was being serious, and she could see in my eyes I was. I took her look as a welcome to continue, so I slowly slid her shirt up from her waist, just stopping about 3-4 inches above her belly button. The light glimming from the tv onto her smooth flat tanned stomach, I rub 1 finger from the top of her skirt up. But, where I expected screams and shooing, she just looked up at me and showed me to be quiet as she dried herself with a towel. Still groggy, I completely ignored her nakedness and simply nodded. Well, I had to pee, so I decided to do that. However, since I had my full morning wood on, I had to make some adjustments which made Snowy chuckle silently.“What are you doing?” she whispered, suppressing her laughter.“It’s kind of hard to pee with a hard-on,” I said.“Oh,” she replied. “I’ll let you. We were on our way to Key West. After my second divorce, I still had plenty of money for life, so I quit my job and headed to St Petersburg. I loved to sail, but single-handed boating wasn't something I wanted. While contemplating purchasing a boat at a dealer, I mentioned to the salesman that I had never sailed in Florida and was unsure what type of boat I needed. He had arranged for me to sail to Key West with Linda and Steve. They had had another passenger, set to sail with them, but last.