“I think Grant, that it might be time for you to explore our little friend’s arse …” Anita’s hand dangles temptingly in front of my face ye...t remains teasingly out of reach. “… because if you carry on fucking her pussy like that, well …” I’m sliding up Grant’s cock trying to reach Anita’s dripping fingers but as I do she uses her hand to gesticulate at her bespattered body leaving me moaning and empty top and tail. “… we’re going to have to call room service and ask them to bring a mop.” . "Peter rushed upstairs, the phone in his hand and into his bedroom."I I'm here Mister Arnold."He sounded excited and breathless, the strange excitement buildinginside him once more"Good Dolly, are they still there?" Mister Arnold paused to listen "AreMummy's pretty red panties still there Dolly?" Yes Mister Arnold," Peter almost whispered."Good Dolly, now pick them up."Peter picked them up softly gently, his heart pounding in his chest,they felt so soft so light in his fingers."Touch them. I sometimes burn drift-wood or off-cuts from the boat yard. Occasionally, smokeless fuel. It's not so easy to control and the saloon can get uncomfortably hot, but it's a really good way to dry the boat out. In a moment of inspiration, I picked up a bag of small logs from a hardware shop.In April, the air is often cool and damp, especially further north and on water, so back at the boat I lit the stove. It takes time to get the fire established. But we sat and munched salad and whatever. There was only one way to describe my new look: I was a bimbo. I was aspectacular, stunning, alluring, dazzling, radiant bimbo. My hair had beena dark blonde before, but now it was bright, creamy, shiny platinum withsome strategically placed pink streaks and even a few black streaks thathelped make the whole style stand out in three dimensions. I had longbangs that seemed to start halfway up my head, rise up a little then restabove my new thin eyebrows. The rest of my hair was a giant swingy.