Ms. Walker uncrossed her legs again, leaving them slightly apart before crossing them again. Every time she crossed and uncrossed her legs, the tight ...lack skirt would inch its way up her legs. Naturally enough, knowing that once Mom was out of the way, I would be enjoying this mature body was enough to give me a hard on.I really wanted to reach down and squeeze my cock, it was straining so hard that it almost hurt. Looking down, I could see that it was tenting out my sweats. Surreptitiously as. A little snug around the legs, but they hugged my ass just right and I just loved the way I looked in them. They were so pretty. I put the bra on backwards, hooked it up, slid it around the right way and then slipped my arms through. It fit right, too, except for the cups. I could probably stick a pair of socks or two in them when I got home, but I wasn't really thinking of that right now. Right now, I was staring in the mirror at this guy who was wearing the absolute prettiest matched. -------------------------------------------------------------- A week later, Doug dragged me out to a slip in front of our unit and introduced me to a bright yellow 14-foot fiberglass runabout boat with a 9.9 Johnson motor at the rear. It had a full front deck, two front bucket seats, a steering wheel, controls and a full-length perfectly flat floor, carpeted with brown tweed Astroturf. Through June and July we followed the shoreline from up as far as Pickering and all the way down to. Certain unmentionable TV comedians and late night talk show hosts made the ya-hoos belly laugh with jokes about me and the Chef... but when the two of us appeared on their shows, and they had to confront us face to face, we ripped them apart with our sincere love-for-the-weaker-and-endangered-species, ecological horse shit. The ones who tried to make funnies after we made our appeal for humanity to lower forms of life found themselves on the short end of the rating stick. The people were behind.