I whined softly. “I don’t want to leave you.”“If you don’t stop at my chair again, I’ll find you afterwards.”“But ... I’m married.�...“Go. People are waiting.”I was ready next time. I went after that guy like a trout after a minnow (or whatever trout go after). I snuggled up against him, and I tried to ignore the huge, hard penis trying to find its target through my thin panties. This guy, however, tried to get as much of my bra-covered breasts into his hands as he could. I broke my kiss and told. "Go ahead, Pretty Penny." There was laughter in the background."Pretty Penny is a two masted sailing warship. She is the flagship of Admiral Andrea Koenigsknecht. We will be entering harbor within 24 hours and the Captain wishes to know if you will return our salute to your nations flag." Certainly ... in what manner do you intend?" Twenty one gun salute to the flag and a 17 gun salute to any serving United States Navy or Coast Guard Admiral who happens to be present at the beginning of our. Instark contrast to the message sent by her fully developedbody, the panties imposed a virginal, little-girl aspect toher appearance. I thought girls got rid of heavy cottonpanties no later than the onset of menarche, that morefeminine underwear and womanhood came at the same time. Ihad to admit, though: her cotton panties worked a strangemagic on me. They made her concealed treasures even moreforbidden, more school-girl alluring, than any silken pantiescould have. I couldn't tear my eyes. I believed that my jealousy would lessen once I knew who those other boys had been. Not knowing who they were, I had quite a list in my mind of possibilities for who it had been. Dede refused to tell me anything, even to eliminate some names from my list."This is your last chance, and I really mean it. Either tell me who they were, or this is it." Go home Spencer. Think about how immature you're acting. Think about what we have, what you'd be giving up if you continue to take this attitude with.