Where do you fit in?”“Cramona, you don’t want to go there; just drop it.”She halted her querying, and thought for a while, before saying, “D...n’t tell me you had something to do with...?” she tailed off, musingly, staring into John’s face.John responded, “Very well, I won’t tell you, just the way you are asking me not to, okay?”“Okay? What does that mean?”“It is just a word signifying agreement or reinforcing what was said; that is all.”This was enough to distract Cramona from her previous. She had no intention, the thought of helping him out of the water never crossed her mind. The wharf had steps cut in every so often, he made his way to a set and slopped up the steps. He untied the boat, fired up the diesel and putted out of the harbor and up the coast.Finding clean water, he anchored a little way off the beach, dropped the stern swim ladder and dove in.'Interesting, ' he thought. 'That's a hull down there.'Hold on a second.' Yes. 'It was moving slightly.'Rocking back and forth. She would not allow herself to entertain the idea that it was only infatuation. She ran upstairs and went to a window where she could spy on him. She loosened some of her clothing and began touching herself as she spied. Frequently closing her eyes she fantasized that it was Jerrod touching her. That he was holding her and sliding his hand up her back under her shirt then moving his hand around to her breast and pressing his lips against hers as their tongues wrestled in heated passion. . .for a good 5 min he was doing it i coulndt stop thinking he was washing his cock, i rolled weed and waited the clear sound of his buckle tied back upi gulped, thinking of a clean washed bbc all for me to devourwe smoke and he knew its all i wanted looking at his suit bulging panthe stood up , getting his pants down his huge 9 inch bbc up as he sat back looking at me ''you know i clean it all for you, get it boy you want it''i felt weak, his hand on my head pushing me down is all it needi was.