Again, T reminded me loudly not to get cum on his laundry. Like there was any question as to what was on my face. The young girl sitting there waiting... for her clothes, just looked up over her book and said just as loudly “That’s right whore, keep the cum off the machines too.” The guys just busted up laughing. I could feel my face turn bright red and that was probably the most humiliated I have felt in a while. Sadly, that coupled with the ache in my pussy from the kick, was enough I could feel. I was relieved to see it was a 30’ Four Winds 288 Vista Cruiser and not a rowboat. It was a luxury yacht made to accommodate two people for fast trips to Greece, Italy, or any other port on the Mediterranean.Angel didn’t hear me hit the deck over the sound of the engines. I was shoved and fell next to the suitcases. I rolled to my knees facing a gun.“Hello, Simon,” Ray growled. “Going somewhere?” At that moment, Angel looked back and screamed. I thought Ray was going to shoot her. “Both of you!. I wanted to lay my hands upon you, feel the softness of your flesh, the fullness of your femininity. I felt my hands rise but managed to resist my urge. Instead of fondling you I plied my fingers together nervously, pulled my gaze back up to endless depths of your eyes and smiled sheepishly."Umm, hello," I murmured. After dreaming so long of this moment I found myself overwhelmed with emotion and confusion.You giggled, and I found it the most wonderful sound I had ever heard. It was like all. "Tony, I want you. And that scares me."The spark in his eyes was impossible to miss. "Don't be scared. The feeling's mutual. However," he said regretfully as he climbed out of bed, "we have to get a move on or we'll be late."With a nod, I slipped out of bed. "Do you want to shower first?" We could shower together," he suggested softly, pulling me closer with a hand on my hip."Not and get to the funeral home on time," I said, regretfully. "Go shower."I brushed my teeth and sat on the toilet.