Five boys tumble out of a city-centre wine bar; they're all of twenty-two years old, and wear the red braces and harsh eyes of currency traders. Those... eyes are blurred now with expensive, over-oaked chardonnay, but the harshness remains; and when they see me they begin to whistle and jeer, jeers that turn to indecencies. I match like with like, turning to face them and stopping them in their tracks as, hands on hips, I add my own water to the wet slick of rain at my feet.-----I remember what. My jaw dropped. Tara stuck her finger inside my open mouth and giggled, covering her own mouth with her free hand. I closed my lips and licked her juices off her finger.My wife stirred again so Tara pulled her finger out of my mouth with a pop and skipped out of the room."I must have dozed off," my wife said. She sat up and stretched.I shook the arm that had been around her. "Now that I'm free," I joked, "I need to use the bathroom."I leapt off the couch and ran for the stairs, but stopped at. The Captain was waiting on the deck, staring at the stars when Tara hauled herself over the top and onto the ship. She clapped eyes on Tara's bottomless attire immediately and looked puzzled somewhat.'They were stolen', Tara answered the Captain before she even asked the question.'Some trophy for a teenage boy perhaps', the Captain ventured and then sighed as I climbed aboard. 'I might have known''Evening, Captain''I trust that your rendez-vous was on land and not on this boat', she asked us. " oops, maybe i dont lock my doors as well as I thought I did. Scrambling to shove my cock back in my pants Jessica stands there and waits at the door. Finally managing my cock back into its domain she continues to ask her question as if nothing had happened "hey do you have any fresh towels? there's none left in the linen closet and I need one to dry off my hair." With my dumbstruck face saying "err..uhh..uhmm. yah in the laundry room should be more." As we are about to part ways, she winks at.