After the Dinner as I was walking back to my room on the fourth floor still quite angry I happen to pass by this man standing right outside my room wi...h a wine glass in his hand. He looked like a 50 Year Old British Man. All Suited-Booted.Tall, Fair and Handsome. He saw me ogling at him as I was trying to open my door.“Fred Lightner!” He said in his manly voice as he suddenly came forward and extended his hand for a handshake.“Anita Agarwal!” I smiled and shaked hands with him. His hand felt so. That part really got me turned on. I found out that I love it when my man has that kind of confidence. So much that it goes beyond jealous to where he feels like he can put me on display and be proud to be with me. It would get us both turned on and we would have great sex afterwards. One time, though, it turned out very different. I was talking to a guy late at night. My hubby is not really a night owl so after watching us flirt around a little bit, he decided to go to bed. I kept talking.. Rapidly ... but Grace defused that by laughing ... gaily."Mister Fuller. Ted had no idea who I was when I chartered Serendipity. He knew I had some money, certainly, the sort of savings a careful nurse might accumulate by living at home and spending very little. Sufficient to pay to charter a yacht for up to six months before going back to live at home to look after my baby." You're pregnant? Captain Quinton?"Grace laid a hand on my arm and I swallowed what I was going to say."The baby is not. I wanted to put on some casual clothes, to do my homework, and relax around the house before evening service. All I could think about during church service was the panties. What would it be like to wear a pair that didn't have a crotch?A shuddering, electric tingle raced on my fingers demanded that I don them.Cheeks burning, I set the panties down on my bed and stood up. My small breasts quivered in my white bra. They were little A cups, not really needing the support, but a good woman wore her.