A lot of "Where is it?" and "What the fuck did she do with it?" and similar explosions of wrathful questions preceded a heartfelt sigh ... Silence.Ver... soon, David hollered at Andrea, "Andrea!" You bastard!" Sorry."She staggered to her cabin hatch. "What?" she croaked."Where's the registration?" I have no idea. What did you do with it?" I didn't do anything with it." You did register the boat." Not a question."No." Why not?" You're the owner ... it's your job." Nobody told me. You're the. She felt for my clit, and I shivered as she found it immediately, stiffened, waiting for her touch. This girl really knew her way around a chick\'s body. I\'m sure she must have played with herself often to know just where to touch me. I closed my eyes and let her pleasure me, sliding her finger up and down my moistening slit, her palm touching my clit just enough to tease me. Then she slipped her finger into my hole, and I let myself go limp in the water, weightless in her hands.She entered me. I eagerly took it and hid it in my fishing satchel.That evening not really sure what I was doing I found mum's clean ones, I was concerned they were not blue but a red pair and a black pair from the laundry basket, and hid them in my satchel. Carefully taking out my prized picture which I oggled as I made myself spurt again in bed.I found Eric in the same place next day. He was very happy to see me and immediately asked if I had them. He was very excited as I gave them to him and said wow these. But it sure couldn't be serious until they were sixteen and he got his license. Until that time they just always stood together in the school hallways between classes, him leaning back against the wall, her with her arms upon his shoulders looking up lovingly as he gazed down.It was lucky for Wendy that her older sister was so popular in their small school. That made her immediately part of the elite around the high school. Not that there was a huge disparity among the students. But a few were.