My bra was still hanging from my shoulders.Suddenly I went down on the floor in a dog pose facing downwards, and my bra fell off my shoulders. I got u... and was topless now. I kept dancing and, as a bonus, started giving the guys a lap dance. They naturally didn’t expect me to do so and were getting restless.One by one, they rubbed their dicks with my ass. As I sat on their laps, they kissed and groped my topless body. I got up and opened the button of my shorts. Slowly, I removed the tight. The one you thought you might need birth control for ... you were talking about your brother, weren't you?"Kira stared ahead, her hair down over her shoulders, somewhat blocking my view of her face. After a moment of silence, she shrugged, and looked down at her plate. "I don't know." I'd come to recognize that as Kira's affirmative response to a question which was uncomfortable or embarrassing."Have you and Dex ... talked about this?" No! No ... we've just ... you know ... done the panty. Wow it really showed her curves off. She had also curled up her red hair wore her big black hat. She added a little more make-up and finished the look with black stiletto sandals. With her sunglasses on she looked like a red headed Marilyn Monroe. Every dick there was hard including mine. She walked up to the bar as if she owned the place and ordered a gin and tonic, and instantly had four bartending neighbors fixing her a drink. I have to tell you I was beaming with pride while most of the. She'd impressed me. For a fourteen-going-on-fifteen-year-old girl she'd demonstrated genuine interest in the ship, its massive engines, the vastness of its airplane hangars, and the complexity of a city on water. She'd not shown one bit of boredom. That was bad.That was really bad.It strengthened my attraction to her. Keira was disproving all my preconceived notions of teenage girls. She wasn't flighty, didn't exhibit short attention spans, wasn't shallow. She was sharp, articulate and witty..