I could see her skin was completely clear. No freckles, no blemishes. Perfectly clear, pale smooth skin. I dared to look down further still and saw th...t her right nipple was almost visible down the neck of her top. She was lying her head on my arm and I was considerably taller than her, so I could clearly see down her top if or when she moved into the right position. She moved slightly and I saw a darker pink ring of flesh, indicating the edge of her areola. Indeed she wasn't wearing a bra.My. ‘General, with respect, there is no other way that I can see. Pel has a decent plan. It has the virtue of being the best choice among no good ones.’ Kress kept her tone formal but gentle. She knew what the likely outcome was and she knew her commander. Pel straightened atop her horse. ‘I volunteer.’ In slow but certain succession, every other voice did the same. ‘Someone has to have the best chance of getting where we need to be and that needs be you.’ Neral looked at Kress with those lines of. A young girlfriend at school - or somebody he knows better, more familar. As Max mentions: every young guy is thinking about his mother, his sister, or his aunt. Me!'Are you getting wet?' Max asked me with the next message. And I couldn't deny - nor did I want to, 'yes', I replied.'Put your bag to your lap, and lift your skirt a little. Then touch yourself now, in the train; hide it. Play with yourself while there are other people around'.'I'll make you come. Take care that no one sees, and be. I want to look in your eyes and see the emotions fly across them – from annoyance, to inquiry, to the anticipation that lights up your face as you see the glint of mischief in mine. I want to kneel on the floor between your denim clad legs and place my hands on your knees. I want to slowly trace a path up your legs, inside your thighs until the palms of my hands graze over the zipper of your jeans. I want to feel you swell with desire as my palms gently massage you, the pressure of my caress.