"Her hand was still busy in Tom's crotch. "What'll it be? One more bra ordo you want to wear panties to work?" A bra," Tom muttered.Jen turned back to...the catalog that was still open on the coffee table.She flipped through the pages until she found a section filled with lacyunderwear."Go ahead and pick out one you'd like."Tom groaned and stared at the page. After ten or fifteen seconds hepointed to a bra in the middle of the page."That's the one you want?" Uh huh," Tom answered not really. The powerful diesel rumbled beneath their feet, turning the big bronze propeller slowly as they eased out toward the open waters of Georgia Strait.There was little wind, but since they had no particular destination in mind, Tom maintained the motor as he looked for some signs of wind out in the straight."Where would you like to go?" he asked as they stood together in the cockpit."Somewhere sunny and warm and private," she said, looking at him with a satisfied gaze.Tom looked at her and grinned,. Then it started Bonnie grabbed Lesly and dunked her under the water. Susan pulled Bonnie over backwards and under the surface of the lake. They were screaming and laughing as they groped each others bodies as they played. I noticed movement at the far end of the lake. I could make out two men fly fishing. They were about 3 or 4 hundred yards away. The girls were having so much fun exploring each others bodies that they had no clue that we were not alone. They played in the water for about. "And that's how long he's been tanking for us, and doing a darn finejob to boot I might add," the old sorcerer interjected as the voice ofimpartiality."She...," the baritone voice of the priestess gently corrected."Ughhh," the sorcerer made excellent use of the /facepalm emote,"keeping the pronouns straight on you two is a full time job. Alright,does anyone have a LEGITIMATE reason for why I shouldn't award thesword to our cross-dressing tank?"A few chuckles echoed across the thousands of miles.