Pissed on by the perpendicular prong of predestination . . . By this time God must have been rolling around in heaven in stitches because he knew what... was coming and this poor fool of a sailor didn’t. The OD informed me that we were getting underway Saturday. Looking about at the carnage I asked which pier we were moving to. It must have been at this point that God broke into a hysterical laughing spell when the OD replied that we would be leaving for WesPac with the USS Ranger (CVA-61) and. Christine put her hand on Karl’s leg. He stopped and watched. Loud enough for Karl to hear Dimitri say, “I do the other side. You should be ready.” Dimitri was demanding action again. Karl saw me offer my other shoulder to him. I could not refuse my Russian lover. I was ready for the next bite. He whispered, “There will be more.” The windows and curtains in my boudoir bathroom were wide open. With the lights on, anyone in the pool area could see what we were doing. I leaned down to turn on. In an attempt to hide her self, she covered her wet patch with her hands. She closed her in embarrassment as she realised her mistake. When she opened her eyes, she saw she must have made a lame attempt, as he was staring at her now very noticeably wet pussy. Even through her costume it was still blatantly obvious how horny she was. Tears of frustration with herself filled her eyes as she just about managed to utter the word, "sorry" vaguely. She looked into his eyes as a grin spread across. She had a good sense of humour so we joked and laughed, but she decided not to accept my invitation in for a soak. “I’m going to see what’s happening upstairs” she said, motioning to the spiral staircase which was just next to us. I watched her as she climbed up the stairs and was delighted to notice that with each step my view became more interesting. “Cathy”, I called to her, “can you stop right there for a moment?”. She was right above me and my view led all the way up her thighs, which of.