“Forty footer. Steel. Ocean-going, if you’re up to it.”“Wow!”“I’ve shown you pictures,” I said. “And we brought ‘er home from Clea...r Lake.”“That’s why your car was there. I know,” Barb said. “But it’s got more room than his old boat?”“Positively palatial,” I answered.Bink faked a pout. “And I’ve never been on it.”“NEXT weekend,” I told her. “If it’s okay,” I added for her mom’s input.“You’re safe with Ben,” she replied.And I’m thinking a bunch of stuff, like ‘is Uncle Ben safe with Bink?’I get. "Funny, ' Dana said, "I've been looking for something sexy in skirts. That's hard, too.'Melanie waved her hand dismissively, "You mean those knit tubes they call skirts?'"No, Mel, ' Dana countered, "not those — they're awful. I mean real skirts, different lengths, with slits and stuff that look sexy. Real hard to find.'"That's different, ' Mel agreed. "They are hard to find. Maybe we should start a new product line — Tops and Bottoms. What do you think of that?'"You'll get every lesbian in town. In less than twenty minutes, I branched-off into a dark alley, extending from Cum Corridor, where fresher spunk deposits aided my progress. After a close call with the mop bucket, I headed for a hushed group of gentlemen at the apparent ‘hub’ of the operation.A few fleshy turtles retreated bashfully as I approached my potential coin-purse-ticklers. A hard crowd to win over, I wooed them instantly by flashing my boobs. As one of the suitors was coaching his turtle to come out and play, I settled. .. I didn't know I had never been to this bridge to cross it!"I can't. She'll kill me!" I got this, trust me." she mouthed back.I didn't know what to do. My heart was beating a million miles a minute, and I was starting to sweat again, but most importantly, my cock was standing at full attention, through the hole in my boxer shorts.I didn't want to do this, didn't want to hurt the girlfriend, didn't want to upset my friend, but most importantly, and I guess the biggest deciding factor, I didn't.