. at her cabin. She said she was going to great-grandmother's cabin and she would get them ready to go and we would meet there." He frowned. "What cou...d have happened?" You may be right she probably got to the empty cabin and then made her way to a lifeboat." I suggested.Thinking about it, Pietro slowly shook his head. "Something must have happened. I'm sorry I didn't think about her when we got to the cabin. She should have been there already." Where was her cabin?" Down the corridor on the. This time she was on top. Teresa rode me for all she was worth and at one point leaned forward so I could suck a little more milk from her breast as she squeezed some from the other onto my chest as I filled her again.Eventually we got up, drank a Coke, and kissed for a while before bothering to get dressed. I asked if I should come back the next day, but was told “no”. I remember that that answer stung a little at the time. Teresa reminded me that my birthday was coming the day after that. There was a different light in her eyes than there had been before. She smiled at me and asked, "Listen, why don't we get some air?"That was fine with me. I'm not a smoker and I was about to choke from the miasma in the small bar. We pushed through the crowd toward the door. Just before we got there a man stepped out in front of us. "Where the fuck do you think you're going, bitch?" He was dressed in "logger chic" (striped hickory shirt and jeans with red suspenders) could barely stand up, he. Her hair was done in pigtails, but with bright red ribbon. The navy shoes had three inch crimson heels. Matching it all was fire engine red lipstick. In fact… I stopped dead. Christine was dressed in imitation of a high school girl, but looked mid twenties. Damn, she was hot. The impudent expression was perfect for the saucy outfit. Once again, I reminded myself that this was the Maid of Honor and a noted practical joker. You overlooked Christine at your peril. Francine noticed me stopping..