He sunk back into a sitting position on the couch and said nothing, averting his eyes from Russell. Bill was filled with fear."Are you the 'guy' who l...ives here?" Russell asked in a disconcerted but stern tone.Staring at his feet, Bill simply and softly said, "Yes." What are you, a faggot?" Russell asked, now more calm and confident, but still stern.Still staring at his feet, Bill replied, "Yes." Why the hell are you dressed like that?"Scared, and embarrassed at being caught, Bill couldn't. Even if I had lost a lover, I hoped to maintain my income with the regular cruises for the ladies. That certainly would make my life easier.Early the next morning, I went down to the local market to stock up my galley with fresh steaks, potatoes, salad ingredients and a number of other foods. I even had to hire one of their bagboys to help me carry my purchases to the boat.After stowing everything in the galley, I went topside and got out the high pressure hose and washed down the entire boat,. Her thighs were shaking and she was gasping and kissing me at the same time, her hands on my ass cheeks pulling me in as deep as she could. I came again. And then again. And again. And again.It was gone midday by the time my mum called a halt. She was exhausted by the number of times she’d climaxed, her pussy was red and her pussy lips swollen from all the fucking and the licking. I got up to get a glass of water and by the time I’d got back to her bedroom she was fast asleep, snoring quietly. I went back and we did that a few times, Her saying what a pervert I was. Of course you don’t need to be actually wanking for a girl to see you are a wanker, as that story tells you. Wherever I went in my perv gear, standing on street corners or going into my dirty bookshops, it’s pretty obvious what I am, and that’s the way I like it. I try not to be offensive of course but when I see a lovely sexy-dressed girl, I can’t help the way I gawp, how gob-smacked I am. I can’t choose when I see showy.