"Hold out your hand."Tim gingerly stuck out his hand unsure of her intentions. Jill squirted a liberal amount of the jelly into his palm.She turned he... back to him. "Now grease my ass; make me slippery. And whatever you do, be quiet, we don't want to wake your father."Tim stood unbelieving for a full minute."If you want to do what you like doing to my ass, you'd better hurry."Tim carefully reached out and slid his hand over her firm curves. After only seconds he was using both hands to cover. Although I was qualified and had the education, I was nervous and determined to prove myself. Part of the reason I had gotten the job was because of my boss. He was 38, married and a father of two. I had met him briefly at industry functions and he put in a good word for me with the owner of the company. I adored Doug. He was funny, warm, brilliant and good looking. I always thought to myself how lucky his wife was, as his eye never wandered and he treated her and their children like gold. One. "That is the USS Arkansas, and the other is the USS Texas," Rala said as she pointed at each ship.I knew the old Texas well. I had gone on her fifteen years ago as part of a tour for the first time, and went back several times over the years. She was one of the last of the predreadnaughts built around World War One. Looking around, I watched as the LCVP landing craft ran ashore and started discharging their cargo. I watched the ramp come down and the men charge out onto the beach. I turned and. "I knew that already, but it didn't matter. I could feel the sensation of desire through our contact. A quick glance at Renée and she was shaking her head, no. Touching alone wasn't enough. So the next question was how to get Chloe to some semi-private location for a quick romp? I needed new sandals. Maybe getting her to help me find some would allow us to talk and more."I'm looking for replacement sandals." I eased my hand out of hers. Both of us seemed reluctant to let go.She looked down at.