"Good morning," Ellen giggled seeing the cute ass her husband had described so many times. "We were wondering if you were going to sleep all day."Sher...ri yawned and stretched out her arms. "Where is Mark?" She didn't want him to catch her doing something even if they all knew what was going on."Ben and he went out to get some groceries and drinks for dinner," Ellen answered as she moved her hand from the back of Sherri's ankle, up her smooth calve and knee. She saw the bride's legs open just. It was therefore, pretty inevitable that, for weeks after we did something "special", she kept things really toned down. Like I said, it was mostly just some kisses, and a little stroking and teasing. If I played with her breasts too much, or tried to get them uncovered, she'd stop me, and usually send me home. I didn't like that, because I wanted to be around her. So, as nice as it was to get a look at her breasts, I behaved myself, for the most part.School was pretty easy that year. I'd. ” We shook hands, and he walked away, grinning and shaking his head.And now, Tuesday morning. As promised, I closed my office door, and sent a text to Karen, with Jack Haggarty’s phone number. Then I called her. When she answered, I said, “Good morning, Karen, and the news isn’t what you’d desired. The trustees have declined your request, so I suppose you’ll want to contact an attorney.”She said, “DAMMIT, Tim, I REALLY didn’t want to go thru all this trouble.”“Karen, I understand, but I didn’t. Her eyes focused again on the paperwork in the dying candlelight. ‘Come in,’ she called out, hand poised at reach for her pistol just in case. It was her first mate and dear friend, Fredrick, who had sailed with her for near 7 years now. ‘Only me,’ he reassured her, knowing that she would be ready to shoot any intruder within seconds of entering her cabin. ‘Brought you some grub, figured you’d be in ‘ere doing the papers.’ ‘Thank you,’ Morgan blearily smiled, he always looked out for her..