They slipped their arms into the sleeves of their kimonos and shrugged them from their shoulders. The beautiful garments fell to the floor. They stood...in front of us all, nude and beautiful… their long black hair was in the same kind of upsweep style that Yoshi and I wore. They pulled a few pins from it and let it cascade down their backs. The pins were placed on a console table behind them and they turned back to face us. Their skin was like white marble, cool and smooth and beautiful. Their. . what can I say ... they're French.As I was saying, as we finished up with the assorted Ambassadors and Chargé d'Affaires and everybody had left the Awards room, the Japanese Mission to the Collectivity of New Caledonia had sent its military representative, the Naval Intelligence officer to the gala. He was the only one left in the Awards room.He cornered me to ask if I had seen a submarine on the way up from Norfolk."Yes, if you mean the one that twice tried to torpedo the Vellamo III." I. Slowly I slid my hands up her belly, and, as we watched in the mirror, lifted her breasts so that the hard buttons of her brown nipples stood erect. I caressed them between my thumb and fingers, then, as she watched me, let one hand slowly slide down again and into her waiting crotch. My fingers eased between her labia and, as soon as they touched the swollen button of her clitoris, she pressed herself back against my erection and shuddered through a climax. I brought my wet fingers up to her. After around 30 min, she looked at her pics and was happy. But, she also said, she wanted to look hotter. I told her, that if she wants to look hotter, she would need to show some more skin. She was surprised, but asked me for details.I told her to be in lingerie only. And we clicked some pics, which she liked. I was really hot looking at her. But, needed some more time to make her naked for the shoot. We were looking at the pics when she asked:S: Can we make it better?I: Well, we can. But, you.