.. very good sissy, i say. there's just one more thing you need to do. i stand you up, pull your little latex G-string down, making sure none of the c...um drips off, and then i open your mouth and smear your cum stained panties all over your face. eat your cum off your panties, you sissy... you made the mess, you clean them upyou greedily slurp up the huge wads of salty cum you've gotten all over your G-string, your tongue straining to get every last drop.very good sissy, i say. i think that ass. She gasped and I felt like I was on my way to heaven as she opened her eyes and stared at my manhood.I began lowering her panties. It was a sight for sore eyes, clean shaved and neat, it was manna from heaven and I devoured her pussy like a hungry boy. My tongue probed deep and far into the inner folds of her home and she moaned with loud re-assuring pleasure. She caressed my hair with her hands and closed her eyes. I could not even stop to breathe as I enjoyed this beautiful pussy and licked. "I don't get it. How could they fire you?" I asked."They didn't exactly fire me. I quit." Why?"Dad looked up at Mom, then back at Traci and me. "They moved my job to the capital. To Olympia." Oh." I'd been upset when we moved here from California. I'd had to leave my old school and all my friends. Dad didn't want to do that to me again. I looked over at Traci. It was obvious that she'd figured it out, too."If we have to move, I'll understand," I said. Traci nodded.Mom smiled. "And I thought you. . Oh. Appears, couple of centuries ago, the owners transferred the shipping line to Old London and all their ships are registered there hence the Royal Mail. Stop changing the subject, TJ. "Betime" is bound for a cruise out to the south across the Orion Perseus Gap and the Master, Captain Stephens, would appreciate a couple of supernumeries with experience in that region. I told him we still had our records from our trips and he almost wet himself — he offered to take us on but I wanted to be.