I skirted wide, my shoulder almost brushing the far wall of the hallway. My legs carried me fast. My skin felt tighter and tighter as I came closer an... closer. The slender brunette stiffened. Her head turned as if she looked for something. The blonde shuddered, nipples dimpling the front of her sweater.The felt me.I hurried faster. I hunched my shoulders as I passed them. I just needed to take a few more steps and—“Becky!” a familiar voice called out. Harry, from my Psychology 101 class where. "What's the plan?" We wait until we're docked, then..." Then?" Then we make a plan to get off. Hard to know if we can sneak off. I'm not even sure quite where we'll be in Istanbul." Ever been here?" Once, briefly, never near the docks." Ah," she replied, not comfortable knowing they might have a confrontation trying to leave the ship. "Do we just run for it?" That's the plan until we come up with a better one. Might be a while, yet." He checked his watch. "We aren't due to dock for another. She often wears her nightie around the house but always with her bra and undies under it. And most of the time with another dressing robe over her nightie. Melissa is still a decently good looking woman despite her age. She prides herself in beating the ravages of time, at least so far, though a bit optimistically. Her hips are a bit wider, her waist not so thin anymore, and she's heavier. But not nearly so much as most other women by that time in life and not quite enough to be thought chubby.. She asked me to pull her thighs up on the side so her cunt was elevated. He then asked her to pee. She began pissing and her own pee began trickling down her pussy and belly and to the breasts. All clapped. Girish told me again to clean her up and bring back for a one to one union!I bathed her and sprayed with a perfume and brought her back to the drawing room. while bathing her, I sheepishly grinned and said, darling you will probably be angry , but somehow I enjoyed watching you- both today.