For the most part this was done up on the piloting platform where Vel seemed to be rooted in place. He claimed with his watch crew split among three s...ips he was needed there almost continuously."When do you expect to make port?" Dent asked one afternoon.Squinting as he gazed at the horizon Vel grunted. "Tomorrow, maybe the morning after. The winds are good but the Pinya wallows like a pig in these headwinds; slows us down." He was silent for a moment and then continued, "Garth died this. Anderson had a tall limber frame fron years of long hikes to archeological dig sites, and her b-cup breasts and ass were the better for it, but that was for herself and the occasional boyfriend she managed to avoid pushing away for a few weeks to see, not her staff. She currently was standing over a map of her dig site, reviewing what she knew so far, her long brown hair tied back in a messy bun, to keep it out of her face.Her research had lead her to the discovery of an ancient Sumerian temple. Her hand was forced away from her body. She couldn't resist.A thud, from the corner of her eyes she could see a glowing letter 'm' on a nearby wall, then a flash of purple spandex in the dark and hear... a new voice.'I do doubt the lady had planned on shhhedding her lovely garmentsss yet.'The man whirled around. Perched on a battered dumpster was a lean feminine figure, clad in a skin-tight catsuit. Despite the cold, her arms and cleavage were bare and so was her head with the exception of a. Damn, this felt good, mainly because it was so naughty.I then reached a village; it was about 5:15am, still dark and no one around. There was a set of traffic lights which I had to stop at. There were street lights and houses with lights on as some people wake early for work etc, and you could see fully into my car and exactly what I was doing. This was a massive turn on, but it was not my intention to flash anyone, nor has it ever been. But this particular time the thought of being seen was.