But my nonchalant attitude was a total act. Underneath I was a seething cauldron of undistilled jealousy. Even worse, she knocked me out.I had never s...een her dressed to kill. My rough-and-ready Aussie boat buddy was wearing a classic little black dress. It was tight enough around her body to show off her narrow waist compact hips and jutting ass. And it was short enough to display her magnificent legs. There was a scooped front with some pearls. Plus, a hint of surprisingly ample cleavage. But. I thought the satellite dish on top ruined the image a little, personally. A chrome balustrade ringed the boat and glinted in the shining moonlight. We stopped our walk simultaneously, turning to face the water and look out at the bay. My hand was in the back pocket of Sabrina’s denim shorts. I wondered if she was feeling the cold a little. She cuddled in closer to me, her arm around my waist and her head on my arm. She sighed, watching the boats gently pitching on the waves. We stood there for. My apartment is yours."I must admit the way she presented it turned me on. I stopped by the next day unannounced and knocked. Shelly answered and greeted me with a long kiss on my lips. I gave her a gold choker with a modern art rendition of a woman with her hands behind her head. She couldn't tell what it was and I wanted to keep it that way for now."Have you been thinking about our first session?" I asked."Only every waking minute," she responded. I could tell it excited her to talk about our. "Then why are you still doing it?" I asked."I don't know, it doesn't happen that often but it feels good. He will help me out here and there and if he isn't getting it from mom he will ask me for it. I have no problem with it. He was our provider as k**s and still is now. The least I could do is give myself to him."I couldn't comprehend what was going on but I could understand that she was doing what she thought was right. I didn't argue with her and I didn't want to upset her. She was a little.