It's a security matter this time. Thanks Ma. (broke the link, and turned to TJ) "Tangerine"?" I've always liked tangerine and I had to call her someth...ng innocuous" TJ laughed, turned his attention to his rat pack and established a routine scan of the panels' instruments; he noted Morg's eyes moving similarly until the PDA sounded and even then Morg's eyes scanned."Yacht "Tangerine", Morg Windsor, can I help you?" If I thought you had a sense of humour, Windsor, I'd ... ne'er mind " came. Sara had begun lifting the hem of Dawn's shirt. I pulled down her pants. Her thin hips and skinny legs unable to support the garment when the belt was open. She stepped out of each leg and I picked away the unmatched socks with the dirty soles and threw them to the door."Sara, wait!" Dawn had grabbed Sara's hands the shorter girl to prevent the shirt from being pulled off her shoulders. I rose up from her naked legs. She wore a boring green pair of panties. Her bra were still hidden by the hem. All the C.P. was a 24’ X24’ square room. It smelled dank and musty. a metal Desk. a small desk lamp and two chairs in one corner. A single military bed against the other wall. In another corner was a toilet behind a partition with no door to the stall. That was it, home sweet home until 9 am tomorrow morning. The phone on the desk rang, I answered. I was informed that the CPL was on his way. I said “Yes Sir” and hung up. I just hoped the Army Cpl was not a hard ass, as he did outrank me by one. It probably began, she thought, on that night in Ann Arbor when Sue first came on to her. Even though she had declined, Gretchen had to admit to being flattered, and at least a bit curious. Then, after learning about Sue and Walt’s lifestyle and becoming involved with the swingers even just as hosts, her interest in different kinds of sexual experiences had definitely grown.Last week she and Sue had again traveled to Ann Arbor. This time, it was just for an afternoon visit to a costume store in.