One of my friends asked where I was. ‘To the bathroom’ I replied. ‘For that long? Are you sick?’ he asked. ‘No. I was just checking my locke...r and stuff’. I said with a smile.‘Are you hiding something?’ I freaked. Did he know? How? ‘No, what should I’ve been hiding?’ I replied.He looks kinda worried to me and whispers ‘are you doing d**gs’? What?! No! Never ever would I do that. Just relax. Everything is just fine. I just went to the bathroom and my locker. Just leave it alone haha. ‘Alright. She goes to the bathroom while i took the chance to search her things. I found a colection of dildos and vibrators in the last drawer where she kept her underwear. I left the drawer open and her toys visible and awaited her.She comes out of the bathroom searching for me. Goes into the bedroom and see me looking at her while realizing i found out about her toys. She blushed, looking ashamed. her clothes didnt look nice on her. I forsefully undress her ruining her clothes. Her breasts were. My curious look netted me a one word response--Paella! Ahhh, I understood.Everyone seemed to appreciate the changes to the vessel. It was a hell of a lot quieter with the new carpeting and sound-deadening tiles in place. There wasn't much that could be done about the engineering spaces--those engines threw off a fine mist of oil that covered everything, but a sealed hatch separated that area from the crew space. Fred and Sid knew enough to keep it under control.We steamed North to Vigo where we. We occasionally went swimming to the local pool together. This gave me more opportunity to spend time watching Michael naked in the shower or wearing a lovely pair of skimpy trunks. One day after swimming I was feeling particularly horny. I spent most of the time in the pool with an erection, desperately hoping no one would notice. When we showered together, the sight of Michael soaping himself up was too much. I couldn't stop staring at him. I stood shamelessly erect watching him, wanting him.