"Sure." We gotta take Tony with us, he really needs some new threads." Cat said to Kathy."Fuck that, I still haven't worn most of the stuff we got the...last time I let you talk me into going shopping with you." Hey, I just want you to look nice." For the Dead?" I asked. "You know I don't need that kind of stuff." Well, what if you and Nancy want to go someplace nice?" Big fuckin' deal." I said as I climbed into the tub. "Ahhh!" I said as I eased in. "Yeah, like anyone would waste time looking at. And I knew if I didn't take control of the situation immediately, this delicate dance of multiple women I found myself embarking on could only crash and burn in the worst way.I leaned back from her and captured her clever fingers with both my hands, shaking my head at her intent beautiful face as I gasped for fresher air that hadn't been filtered though her mouth and lungs first."Sweet one, I want you; I want you to be mine," I told her, realizing I was panting and was working up a sweat down. My mother was an attractive thirty five year old woman, her figure tending to the voluptuous, she had heavy breasts with big nipples straining through her thin soft cup white nylon bra, her breasts were flattened, sagging slightly from their weight, and as she moved they bounced and jiggled nicely. Her skin looked incredibly smooth.Her panties were white nylon too, she wore the kind called full briefs, and although they fit her snugly, they weren't skin tight, and as she moved they wrinkled and. ‘Someone’s not happy.’ ‘Uh-huh. Well, this ain’t gonna make ’em any happier, Spud.’ Sherman looked at the girls standing on the aft deck, Liz and Carol waiting with arms crossed, Charley sitting beside Liz with a grin on her face, and then he saw the one they called Jenny. She was standing there too, her face impassively still, which, he knew, meant absolutely nothing. And he could just see someone sitting in the cockpit…a man…no, two men. ‘Uh-oh. Trouble.’ Collins perked up when he heard that,.