Annie had told me the old farmer liked having young girls around him, especially girls who knew how to keep their mouths closed, whenever they saw him...act appropriately.She made me swear to do that too as all the other girls loved being there and no-one wanted to ruin it for the others.I had seen enough to be positive that I could keep what I saw to myself and through time we became a close knit group acting and talking as if we were all grown-up, it would not be too long before my new found. I closed the door, unbuckled my pants, and quickly tugged everything down to my feet. As soon as I sat on the toilet I had my cock in hand, stroking it and fantasizing about the red-haired dancer who had teasingly brushed her ass against my balls for both dances. In no time at all I let a load fly, grunting as I aimed it into the bowl, then massaging the last drops out and rubbing them into the head of my cock. I closed my eyes and caught my breath, waiting for my heartbeat to get back to. The tide was turning.“Last chance to split, girl.” I said it out-loud.I turned at the Port Chalmers Yacht Club point and gently nosed the ramp ... just a light nudge.I dropped the bow ladder and climbed down to the concrete ramp. I had minutes ... not hours. I ran to the club, told the bartender I was taking my Farr 3.7 and trailer and proceeded to do just that. Taking the boat with the trailer I moved it down the ramp. I had snubbed the anchor and unshackled it. I ran the chain over my. ”“I’m pretty sure that she’s lying to herself for some reason.”“Even if she is, it’s not my place to ask her.”“The tension is going to grow until you do it, or she moves out. I don’t see any other way.”“How the hell do you know that?” I asked.“Have I been wrong yet?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye. “I watch; I listen; I contemplate. I talk far less than you do and listen far more. I suspect your friends Bethany and Sofia do that as well. You would do well to emulate that, at least some of.