Anyway, I deposited another fourteen or so Conchs in the bank and had the empty strongbox put back on the ship. I was already showing a profit on this...ship!I left the heavy one on the ship until it had been pulled out of the water. It clearly had something else besides money in it. I didn’t want to take a chance on something going wrong and it getting lost, buried in the mud somewhere in the middle of the river. Besides, no one was going to sneak off in the middle of the night with THAT. I ran to the washroom to spit it.When I came out, he hugged me again and started to kiss me again. We were cuddling again. He removed my bra and grabbed my boobs. He was playing with my boobs, pressing them hard.Sucking my nipples and biting them, too, was making me aroused. I was moaning with pleasure, and he kept playing with my boobs. I was wet down. He soon removed my pajama, pulled my panty, and threw it on the floor.I was gasping for breath. He laid me on the bed, started licking my. Even I shared stuff with her.She knew I didn’t have a girlfriend but did have a sexually active lifestyle. She said that she was married with no k**s. Her husband was into i*****l activities so wouldn’t be home most times or would come home with bruises. This gave me the green light that she was sex starved. If I played the right cards then I could finally have her.I kept thinking of various ideas to get her to have sex with me. But then I just finalized on one idea. I used to have condom packs. But it helped, teasing and flirting like this helped to ease the stress of the evening, the strain of her interaction with the suspect."Like Halle Berry in that scene where she steps out of the water sexy," he said in his best Connery Bond voice. "Like Kim Bassinger in Never Say Never Again. Like Ursula Andress in Goldfinger, hot, Abbs."He swallowed hard, realizing they were getting a little beyond casual teasing. "Like if you weren't so confused and this wasn't all screwed up, I'd kiss you,.