She was wearing a tight denim short paired with a white top that had laces on the cleavage area which was now completely wet and was giving me an idea... of how big those melons were.I could see her navy blue colored bra from her white top which had now become see-through. From there, we headed my home as her home was far and it was in the more flooded area, the thought of taking her home in this situation with the heater on had already given me a hard-on, suddenly I was lusting on her.My thoughts. She was friendly, but not overly so.One Saturday some time later I was in the kitchen masturbating on top of the counter to get a higher angle and see more of the pool area. Another neighbor lady was tanning and unhooking her top, so I was getting a little side-boob. I was using butter (love the taste and smell) as a "lube" -- imagine my 8 inch cock glistening and throbbing, my hairy balls all buttered up! I'd edge a few times, or squeeze and start over, until I blasted on the curtains.I had. We had only gone a few feet when we saw the man lying on the ground, and he was not one of our men. Our men had followed us, and they also saw the man on the ground."Wait here while the Captain and I examine this man in case there is another lightning strike," I told our men to keep them back out of the way, but the Captain looked over at me with a questioning expression before moving.On checking the man, we quickly determined that he was alive but unconscious."What happened to him?" the. Of course he surprised me again when he came up with the second date idea, and it was clear that I hadn't really thought through my idea. He was right of course, a bar is one thing, but a proper date was just as, if not more, important to get right. So why did I feel like I was suddenly swimming in the deep ocean?I got home, and then showered again, making sure to shave all over. I keep myself shaved because I like the way it feels, but I didn't stop to think about why I was shaving for.