Her nipples were so hard and dark that they must have been aching. I walked over to the shower with her and she dropped her robe. She covered herself ...with her hands while I filled the container and lit the burner. I told her how it worked and she got started. She wet her beautiful body from head to toe. She let the water run off her breasts, down over her firm stomach and it dripped from her blonde pubes. She was looking around to see if she was being watched. I walked over and assured her. But I knew, after what Francis had just said, I couldn’t come out and say this. Not now. Not like this. Thinking on my feet I quickly made up a white lie to explain my call and put Sue’s mind at rest.“It’s nothing really, Sue. I just couldn’t sleep. Work’s been driving me crazy here and I just wanted to talk to someone about it. But it can wait.”“Are you sure, honey?”“Yes, sweetheart. I’m sure.”I was sure that it would have to wait for another day. After what Francis had said, there was no way. Mary had made sure they were all 'dangerous', and they all had skills they hadn't put in their resumes, small arms experience for all but the cook, who was a medieval re-enactor hobbyist who specialized in swords and knives. One of his chopping blocks was hung on the bulkhead instead of on the galley counter-top, and he enjoyed throwing his kitchen knives and cleavers into it. The Captain liked to shoot skeet, but grinned and shrugged when I asked him if he had ever actually hit a skeet or not.. G: Oh, no, I wanted it. I started it, in fact.M: When was this?G: Last summer. M: Wow. Was it good?G: Yea, it was. We only did it a couple times, though.M: And nothing since then?G: No.At this point I was getting very aroused! I’ve always had a thing for incest, and had fantasized about my two older sisters (Gwen’s too, come to think of it) when I was younger. And, truth be told, I’d started fantasizing about Gwen, but in that “no way it would ever happen” way. But now I started thinking the.