“Cheers!” I said, smiling at him. I took a sip then put my glass down on the counter. While he drank, I leaned back against the counter spreading ...y legs apart, looking at him. I could feel my tight jeans cutting into my pussy. My thin undershirt shirt stretched against my tits as I leaned back, my nipples sticking out. One strap slid off my shoulder and I left it there. I was pretty stoned and the wine was adding to my lust. I wanted him to see my pussy pressed against my tight jeans and take. Paddling homeward, we splashed each other wickedly, fun because we were about to get drenched anyway. By the time we made it to the boathouse, we were soaked.Terry spread out some life cushions for us “Stuck here till it stops,” offering me a foot rub.“Could be a while,” I agreed, flopping back and resting my heels onto his lap.I counted the rafters, six, as he moved the side of my foot again against what it had been against on the sand.“You Injuns got feet like leather,” his opinion.“Not us. "Gra-ma!" He jumped to her arms. He kissed Sandy and she kissed him back.She smiled at him and said, "Sit with me and help me watch over Aunt Chastity."He looked at her and said, "'Kay, Gra-ma." He cuddled in with Sandy and looked steadily at Chastity.We sat as a family group for a while. There was a knock on the door. Joyce said, "Come in."Sergeant David Ellis walked in to see the crowd. He stopped and said, "I don't mean to intrude."I said, "You aren't intruding. Come on in. Meet everyone."He. ” I smiled in mock amusement but cold sweat pricked my skin. Beverley’s face betrayed a build up of rage. “That gutter trash?” Obviously meaning Emma. “I knew you’re standards were low but not that low.” Then looking me up and down with a look of pure hatred, “But then again you both belong in the sewer together, don’t you?” I sighed with a patient smile that only served to heighten Beverley’s anger. “Now you know that’s not a nice thing to say,” I spoke with sweet reasonableness despite my.