In fact, more than one drunk had helpfully told me that I was wasting my money trying to raise a sunken ship.We also found two locked chests or strong...oxes in the cabin. Both were pinned in place by wooden pegs that fit into holes in the deck. One was fairly light as if it might be empty, but the other one was too heavy for two men to lift. We could slide it, though, so we knew it wasn’t bolted to the deck. And we put it back where we found it, as the deck was sagging. We checked the hold, and. ”For some oddball reason I didn't want to kiss her. I had my cock jammed deep between her legs but the idea of kissing my sister didn't appeal at all but I realized if she was going to let me fuck her then I'd better kiss her or she'd be griping at me for years. As I started stroking her body with my cock I bent down and put my mouth over hers.Her lips were surprisingly sweet and supple. As our mouths mated the taste of the kiss, the movement of her lips dashed any trepidation I had about. As I reached my car, I caught my reflection on the driver-side window. Awoman in her late 20s, makeup and hair perfectly done. When I brushed astray hair away from my face, I caught a glimpse of my beautifully Frenchmanicured hands.At this moment, I looked up and around the parking lot. Nobody had paidattention to me walking out of the spa. Nobody had noticed the 20-someyear old man, camouflaged perfectly as a brunette enjoying her walk fromthe spa to her car. With that I took a deep breath,. Jolene was dozing on her side next to him. Her head rested in the space between the ball of his shoulder and pectoral muscle, a kind of pillow, improvised years before. He searched under the covers, and found his discarded pajama bottoms. He draped them over his bare groin, lest the final, tardy drops of fluid leak onto the top sheet.He knew Jolene hated it when he covered himself that way while she stayed completely nude. He could never understand why she thought it important that the remnants.