Gabriella's were hemmed and the ends of the pockets did not show. Both women were wearing the chocolate colored climbing boots with metal eyelets that...went to the tops that ended just below their knees. Their long wool socks were folded up over the tops of the boots to make them look like a pair. Their long-sleeves were about the only way to tell them apart. Stephanie's were left long and went down past her hands if she didn't keep pulling them up. Her mother kept them folded and rolled up. I opened my clothes and ahh I felt like squeezing my boobs very rough I took bath cleaned myself my pussy region and my ass and then I came out in a white towel covering me from my boobs to my thighs on seeing me both the boys looked at me in an awe.I could see their eyes bulging out in excitement on seeing me like that half nude. I went to the dressing table and started drying my hairs with the hair drier and still in that towel. I was getting eyed by both of them and in the mirror I saw and I. And, mirabilis dictu — fresh donuts! Or, bacon sandwiches ... no, definitely, donuts.They bought, and sipped, hot coffee and nibbled the still-hot, sugary donuts and chatted."Where's Bill?" he asked her. Bill being the owner of a collection of B.S.A. motorcycles, that Alison had been ... friendly with ... for years.She snorted. "Bill? Remember Jean?"He nodded. Jean Barton was a statuesque blonde who rode a Vincent Black Shadow."Well, Bill decided a statuesque blonde riding a Black Shadow was. Black had informed me that the submarine was headed into the Atlantic and on its current route would be intercepted by a large ship traveling the other direction. It was estimated that they would meet in four hours. Mr. Black was trying to identify the ship while we moved to an airfield where Mr. Black had a plane and equipment waiting. We would take the plane out to the position where they would meet and skydive just out of visual range then move to the ship hoping that Brandi would be.