Chantelle took pictures from all angles of my boobs, from the side, from above and below and even from between my legs. I was getting more excited by ...he minute and felt like when I had my first kiss. I was certain that my panty was sopping wet.Then the moment of truth arrived. Chantelle told me to remove my skirt and sit on the desk in just my small black thong. I saw the dark wet patch on the gusset between my legs. I gathered all my courage from deep within me, hooked my thumbs on the thin. “Nikki, Nikki, Nikki,” Katie was murmuring, kissing her delicately all over her face.“Katie,” Nikki murmured back. She stroked Katie as delicately as she knew how; over her fine, tanned-blonde skin; down her arm, along her back, her ass, and her lovely, meaty thigh. All the time she could feel Katie loving it.For a few minutes the gymnasts cuddled and fondled.“Mmmmm,” Katie sighed, “Nikki your hands are amazing.” Katie rolled slowly onto her back, causing Nikki’s fingertips to slide from the. “I plan to live at her house,” I chuckled.“Which is what I meant, you dope!” Sandy laughed. “Not the other thing!”“Leave it to Petrovich to take anything and everything the wrong way. It’s quite the change from when we met him.”“That’s for sure!” Sandy agreed. “He’s actually fun now!”“Gee, thanks,” I replied sarcastically.“I wasn’t talking about screwing,” Sandy said lightly, “that was lots of fun. But you were WAY too uptight during our first two years.”“Nice recovery,” I said flatly.“Oh. Out in the middle, there was a huge container ship wallowing deeply, surrounded by four tugs pulling her into the terminal. I was reminded that BKL was expecting a container or some number of them, either in Seattle or in San Francisco. What was the fee warehouse and what was Bradley expecting? Something had gone wrong on a previous shipment.We don’t hear that much about what comes in and out of the Port of Seattle. Container ships arrive every day, many from China and Japan. This one said.