" With that she poked me in the chest. "Of course I didn't know you would be such an easy lay." That triggered a small wrestling match which ended wit... half the water in the tub splashing out onto the bathroom floor.We got out soon after and we both spent several minutes mopping up the mess. When it was all clean, she asked if she could borrow another shirt, which I of course agreed. Seems she didn't have much in the way of clothes. I lost nothing on her choice of shirt as she came strutting. I pulled up and parked a few houses away so that my wife would have no warning that I was home. My cock was now rampant hard in anticipation of the action to come. I got out of the car and walked quietly to the house. Taking great care not to make a noise I opened the front door and crept in, trying to hear whereabouts she was in the house. Standing in the hall at the bottom of the stairs I listened hard for any clue. I heard a faint rhythmic sound from upstairs, so I crept up the stairs. You know, like the candy? I bite my bottom lip and shiver. “Yes, that’s me.” “I’m Tig, I’ll be doing you’re tattoo.” “Okay,” I don’t know what else to say. “Come on, this way,” He says, as he is looking at me a bit funny. I wonder if he knows. I don’t question it and follow him into the back room. It’s clean, really clean. It has a few tattoo chairs, a table, and bunch of mirrors. The walls are plastered with pictures of tattoos, I’m guessing of past costumers. There is music playing down. . after she shaved off half of my hair.She was fairly nonchalant about it, “No, Melody, keep your hands down. As soon as I get this little patch shaved I’ll numb it. You won’t feel a thing. Ooo ... that’s nasty. JW! Come hold her down!”When you’re at sea, needs does as needs must. Cyn was the surgeon ... well ... the only one who could keep her wits when blood was involved.I suppose it will make things more simple if I just give you the brochure version.EQUIPMENT.PROPULSIONYANMAR 6BY2-260 PORT.