Uh-oh ... panty-change time.”I blushed without really meaning to.“It’s why I insisted you let me do my own laundry,” Liz said.“I figured you...just didn’t want to risk me stealing them,” I said, winking at her. “And, for the record, you did not do your own laundry. You put your items into the tub after I had done everything else. There is a subtle but distinct difference.”Liz smiled at me and wrapped a towel around her torso as we went back into the bedroom. I hadn’t bothered with a towel.“Uh,. Gemma was now just in her little cotton panties, squeezing her 36C’s together and playing with her nipples. Jess was kissing her way up her thighs, her own breasts rubbing on Gemma’s knees. As she reached the join of her legs, Jess buried her face into the material and took a deep intake of breath, her friends sexual perfume entering her nostrils for the first time. Jess mouthed at the fabric before pulling it to one side and revealing the furry patch underneath. Slightly lower down, the lips. Leonhard was close to mental incapacitation by now. Yet, he did not dare to lick the operative's pussy. He was a bit too polite for that. “N-not neoprene. I know...asbestos itself in unhealthy, but I'd use that...or something coated with platinum, maybe?”“Ah I see. So if I was to transport it how should that be done, exactly?” she purred to him as she her fingers between her legs then fully spread her pussy lips. “I wouldn't want the compound...to be driven on a...bumpy road. Teflon. "Well?" I pressed. "Don't keep me in suspense." "It's the captain! He's also a turner, a crosser, a transvestite!" "What!" I gasped. "He's the same as you Madeline. He's a lover of the silks and satins." You're joking!" No. As sure as I'm standing here. There he was, bold as you may. The purser knocked on the door then paused. He meant to close the door immediately behind him but I followed too closely and blundered in behind him quite innocently. It seems the purser knows about the captain's.