It will take the storm surge, but we will most likely be up to our asses in flooding from the rains."So what should we do to prepare?" Wilson asked."I...don't know, if we need to do anything. We are tied to some post on the shore line that are embedded in concrete. I know the posts will hold. The cables are hurricane rated, so we are going to move around some, but stay afloat," I explained. The line to the dock may need some loosening. Otherwise we should be fine."You hope," Wilson said giving me. She: ok.I just showed my erected dick to her without even thinking what she gonna tell. She saw and she was shocked. But she loved my dick. I asked what, do you like it or not. She didn’t reply. She went to the room and closed. Then I say on a sofa and started to stroke my dick.A few minutes later she called me inside. I went and Locked the door. Now you guys know what would have happened. She too starved for fuck. I removed her dress she was sexier than I thought. I kissed and sucked her. Once he was asleep, Ruthie took out two picture cards that fit into her mother's digital camera and placed them next to her computer. One of the cards had been filled to capacity for a couple of years and was kept locked up in a jewelry box with Ruthie's passport, ID cards, and her one credit card. The second card was still in the camera, but it was almost full. She inserted the older card and started going through the images she had taken of herself during the first three years she had been in. His expression went from mild curiosity to mild realization, and a subtly lurid smile touched the corners of his mouth. She felt like a deer in headlights, unable to move. The flush of embarrassment that should have been his rose in her own neck and cheeks. He knew she’d been listening. Somehow he knew everything. ‘Yes darling. Now I want you to touch.’ And oh, that voice, and his eyes, and the thought of that woman touching herself for him on the other end of the line, her legs open, gleaming.