“I’m a great sailor,” Johnny declared, distracting me from Gibsie’s hilarious meow noises. “Did you know that?” “No.” Smiling, I turned fully in his arms now. “You like to sail?” “I’d love to sail,” he purred, reaching down to squeeze my ass. “Down your river again.” “Oh.” Awareness dawned on me and I blushed bright red. “Well, in that case, you’re an excellent sailor.” “I know, right?” he said with a proud grin. “Years of practice.” I scrunched my nose up. “Uh, yeah…” “Oops.” He slapped a hand over his mouth. “I fucked up.” “Yeah,” I agreed. “You kind of did.” “Should I get the dick boat
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