I checked out her old outboard, I quickly realized it would need a couple of hundred in parts, if I could find them at all. I saw the pained expressio... on her face when I told her. ‘Let me work on what I can figure out.’ I told her. That $200 could be a week’s work for a day jigger. Then I reached and handed her an old Evinrude I had sitting in the corner. It ran like a top, it would do until I could find parts for hers. You would have thought I just handed her a Diamond necklace. She took the. My biggest fear was someone seeing me or staring at me driving or worse yet was getting stopped by the cops or getting into a fender bender and having to get out of my car. So I made sure my car had a full tank of gas beforehand. But the more I thought about it the more exciting it was. I guess I get a little rush out of being a little nervous. I dressed before I left, short skirt, blouse, garters and lace G-string and stockings. I had time to do my make-up and put on my wig. I got in my car. After the good girl exited from the private closet I inspected her front more carefully too. Her little slit was quite worked up by the tight fit of the leather belt, all red and irritated. With the soaked sponge I cooled the heat between Justine's legs until she moaned with hidden pleasure and shivered with undeniable joy. This intriguing game was my only pleasure for a couple of days, until one morning I asked for the reason of the lack of breakfast eggs. Juliette had seemingly dropped the. An hour later, Todd and I sat around the pool drinking bottles of beer as we enjoyed the hot weather. "God, it's hot today," I commented and took my t-shirt off. I noticed Todd was watching and I grinned. "Would you like a taste, Bittle?" Excuse me?" Todd asked. "Of my cock. Would you like a taste?" "God, you're still vulgar as ever, Bruce," he said. Todd leaned back against the deck chair."You say that, Bittle, but your body is telling something else," I said. Todd glanced down at his erection.