Knowing there was no way Claire wanted to do anything other than look, Marisa just let her stare for a few seconds before once again lowering her shir.... While a small enough cup size that she didn't need to wear a bra all of the time, Marisa generally liked wearing tank tops with built in support while lounging around. Now that she had gotten more used to the pendant it wasn't that big of a deal to leave it exposed, she just had to be more cautious when she moved."Wow, so was it worth it?". . from inside me. I begin to panic andfinally manage to sit up.The light in my bedroom is dim and I begin to remember the moments justbefore I blacked out. I was sick, or poisoned or...But then I am in the'now' and my memories will have to wait. My stomach, there is somethingwrong with my stomach.It's huge. My belly is gigantic and bloated and tight, it is bulgingstraight out of my tee shirt, even my navel is sticking out from all ofthe fullness. I grab at my belly and marvel at how hard the. I rolled off of her and bodily picked her up, turned her, and laid her on my chest. Our eyes met and she smiled.“That was pretty good.” she said, “but now it's my turn.She scrambled down my body and sucked me hard again the climbed back up and impaled herself on my cock. She set a rapid pace, not the frantic pace she wanted to use our first time but still fairly fast. She would lift herself almost off me and slam back down. I seized her nipples between thumbs and forefingers, gently. By damn if I didn't go back to the library after breakfast to hit the Internet again. I wanted to check out houseboats for sale.The marine resale industry is a big one. There's several huge Internet sites devoted to showing off their thousands of hulls of various types, vintages and prices.The prices ranged from fifty grand to a two million plus, thirty-five feet long to a hundred plus. Most of 'em had some sort of stairs, though. Still, converting a few stairs to a ramp couldn't be that hard.