"Wooo, touchy," Pat said.Pat got out of her seat and stood by Steve. "Go on then."Steve's hands were a little shaky, but he undid the button. Pat ease...d the shirt off her shoulders and then down her arms. "Here," she said, "Your shirt," and threw it at me.Steve's eyes glued to Pat's tits. A small crescent of Pat's areola peeked over her bra.Pat sat down. "Is that it, is that all you wanted?" For now," I told Pat, "Go back to your garden. We'll tell you when we want another beer." Just a beer?". Carlton was tinkering with the entrails of the desk's 'puter,"You will be able to put that back together again, won't you, Chief? I might need it from time to time for things like planning ops and perhaps checking on the Wings' maintenance."Carlton looked equally firmly back,"Young? He's older that the Admiral, not by much, though; he graduated a year behind her." Oh so you have an interest? What sparked yours?" I take the odd glass with friends from time to time over at the Mess at "Styx". I. She was wearing Propappou’s red smoking jacket, her head and right hand poking out of the garment that was far too big for her. Her left arm was in a sling, completely concealed under the robe; and her right stuck out of a bunched-up sleeve, holding her smoke carefully away from the fabric.Helen’s morale had been improved by the knowledge that the portrait was done. Julie gave her a message from Maria, followed by insulting Helena for not just saying why she wanted Troy’s portrait so badly.. “Yes.”“Jess?”“Is it wrong to say I think it would be interesting to watch?”“No,” I replied. “Kara, what do you want to see?”“Everything,” she sighed.March 29, 1997, Chicago, IllinoisOn Saturday morning I woke early, despite the very late night and very early morning activities, and thought back to what had happened in the sauna. It had been a bit strange at first, but Maria Cristina hadn’t shied away from giving me a very nice blowjob, and once I had cum, hard, in her mouth, I’d more or less.