We kept walking along the beach and I admired the cute girls who were walking and sun tanning naked and I felt like I was in paradise. There were of ...course old people who kind of ruined my fun but it was exciting nonetheless. We walked past two good looking girls who had huge breasts and I couldn't stop looking. I was still wearing shorts, shirt, shoes and my backpack and I felt like an idiot being all dressed up in the beach.We made our way into the trees and found a good spot to camp, it. With a pencil and paper. Yes, old tech still works, and for creative endeavors, it often works better. We all scribbled for about a half hour, with some crewmen having sidebar conversations to work on their ideas.Vice Admiral McGinty was happy to use the team room for our meeting two days later and was quite happy to have our facilities available instead of a generic staff conference room at HQ. The Staff Sergeant who usually manned the FA offices had panicked when a Navy Vice Admiral showed up. And if Mom or Ashley ever asked me for anything, by nature I'd almost always jump and do it for them without thinking twice. They both mentioned to me a few times that they liked my behavior improvements.One day I went swimming with Ashley and some of her girlfriends in our pool. Ashley asked me if I minded wearing a Speedo instead of shorts like I usually did, because she thought I looked so cute in spandex and she and her friends would all enjoy that so much. So I did. I'd warn it so much. She smiled. She had danced, just a different dance - the dance of love with Hunter.Turning her head, she saw the bed was empty. A momentary spike of fear passed when she saw him sipping coffee at the small table by the porthole. Why didn’t he ever sleep in?Her bladder called. A flush of warm embarrassment hit when she felt a damp spot underneath her. She’d leaked! Dashing to the bathroom with panties and Tee in hand, she told Hunter, “I’ll have some coffee, too.”Teeth brushed, hair combed -.