Yeah, guy named Joel, one of our table mates. He?s looking at me, I better wave -- a little. Yeah, and a small smile. He?s approaching.?Good evenin...g ma?m, I believe we shared the dinner table, right???Yes, and your name is????I?m Joel, and you are??, he asked, taking my hand in his.?I?m Janet, my husband and I were at the same table, I do recall now. So nice to see you again,? I replied as I covered his hand with my left hand, hoping he would like the feeling of my pretty soft hand on his.. It was yet another indication that as far as the sergeants and corporals were concerned, Samantha Redburn was not only an officer but an honorary Marine – and a "Goddamn gentleman", their highest praise.She reflected on the last seven weeks. She'd gone from being a middle-school student and AA-level hockey player to being an officer, regularly being consulted by an experienced Colonel. She'd become a restaurant owner, brothel keeper, school superintendent, and confidante to women decades older. You realize I’ve never even kissed a boy before?” “That’s not a big deal. You’re only sixteen.” Justice watched as his sister bend over to pick up a crumpled-up program. He could see her nice, round butt under the white dress. He could picture her in something sexier—maybe an evening gown, or even lingerie. The idea of seeing his sister in this way turned him on. “So, tell me, Justice, how many girls have you kissed?” “One. Once.” “What? That’s all? But you have a job outside of the house and. Not wanting to appear rude or uncomfortable, I obliged. I unhooked her black bra; she thanked me and pulled it off. She then turned to face me, and I almost had to crane my neck to look away from her bare breasts. “Could you just throw that over there for me?” She asked, holding the bra out. “OK,” I mumbled, taking it from her. As she turned awway, I took a sly sniff of her underwear. I sighed and tossed onto the floor.Emma bent over and pulled her panties down, exposing her bare ass to me. I.