It doesn't fit if he's a droop." Thanks, 'Nita. TJ and I will sort him out as soon as we space. Off you get to your proper place, woman, in the kitche...."That earned him a loud raspberry as he reached for the tannoy."D'ye hear there, all hands man stations for departure, all hands man stations for departure."Crew began moving. Through the open door of his cabin, Mr Cahlewis was quizzed by the commander who introduced herself,"Mr Cahlewis, I'm Lieutenant Commander Clare Gillard. I command this. While this part of the action was proceeding, she was writhing rather a lot. Em had watched the whole movie and had become very hot doing so. She had stripped to just her leopard print thong. Then she had recruited Vic, who had been packed away in his travelling bag, to give her a buzz. He had done this (and very nicely as he always did when his batteries were fully charged) but it had not been enough. Em needed to be naked or nearly so and to have the hot, firm but gentle hands of an. Mark finally looked over at him.He froze."What?" Doug squeaked. His swollen red lips pulled into a pout.He followed Mark's look; down his body, to his feet.A miniscule pink bikini top had just landed across one of his shoes.He gaped up in panic. "Help me!" he squealed in a voice that just got higher and higher. "Helpme!"Mark could only watch in horror as his friend began to change.His clothes shrunk, pulling tight against his body and rocketing uplong, shapely legs. His hair fell around his. This wasn’t the time or place for soul searching. She grabbed the plate and brought it out. Lucien was sipping his coffee and chatting to Deni. Vera felt a hot and unexpected surge of rage towards her friend. She felt the burger start to slide off the plate in her slack hand and caught it just in time. Deni was leaning over the counter, giggling and pushing her boobs out: classic tip contest stance. It made Vera angry. Lucien was hers. Or was he? She strode over with her shoulders back and slid.