." chimed in Marcel, amused at his own comment. Jill glanced over her shoulder, looking from my face to Marcel's, shaking her head in obvious dismay a...t our perving natures, then gave a smile in response, before she begun to remove the thin purple silk, covering her hips and thighs. She had to get up on her knees to do so, intentionally giving Marcel and I a great view of her ass. Both pert curves raised so high up, that her pale rosy lips hung temptingly between her soft toned legs."So how's. The one job I hate is when we do what is called a RAS (replenishment at sea). This allows us to take items on board from another ship and even fuel. It happens to be the most dangerous evolution for us as two boats travel side by side hooking up the big fuel lines. The rougher the seas the more dangerous the job becomes. One time we were out in the straights and it was really rough out. The seas were ranging from sea state five to six. The waves crashing into us were so big they came all the. Watching my mother suffer was breaking my heart. Before Dad's accident, she was a sexy, vivacious woman of thirty-five with long red hair, a delicate and beautiful face with adorable dimples when she smiled. She was a dance instructor, which kept her body lithe and fit. Now, she was a shadow of her old self, shambling like a lost soul through life.Eventually, I decided that I had to do something, and chose to have a heart to heart talk with her. One night after a glum, mostly silent dinner, I. I grabbed his descending forearm, twisted his arm around behind his back, and then took hold of the wonderful knife so when he released it in a few seconds it wouldn't be damaged by a fall.Denwan was fairly large for men of this time. He was probably five-ten, and weighed maybe two hundred pounds, and he was very muscular. Still, I had four inches in height and fifty pounds on him, and thanks to the little green men I knew all about hand to hand combat. I kept pushing his hand up toward the.