However, all the lads’ jaws dropped when Michele Nyland made her entrance. She was sheathed in a red satin gown that clung to her lithe frame and fl...red slightly from the waist down to her silver high-heels. Her legs were clad in smoky-grey stockings, the dark welts and suspender clips visible due to the side-split which went right to up her waist. Her jet-black hair was worn shoulder length in her best ‘Farrah Fawcett’, she wore silver jewellery accessorised with a silver clutch to match her. However, some heavy rain had come through this morning and when it comes down like that it can be tough to deal with if you’re not prepared, though it had let up by the time I had arrived and was just a light drizzle. As I sat and watched the cabin I saw a young couple come walking up from the direction of the beach and walk in through the front door. They were carrying a couple of plastic shopping bags full of something and the guy was also pulling a rolling cooler behind him. That confirmed. Heathyr lay in such a way that she could roll her head to the side and see Elise’s spread vulva in the moonlight. As Heathyr felt a phantom tongue begin to caress her nether lips, she saw Elise’s labia move as if fingers…no, a tongue was probing the sensitive flesh.The peaks of the Elise’s breasts looked as if someone was sucking on each one. And something, or someone, lifted her ass off the floor and her cheeks seemed to part on their own. Then it looked as if something soft was probing the. At Igwanda's and Meiersdottir's wedding that lot had fallen to Shaw, as first mate. His then-captain, Margaret Ziang, had gone to Eden to perform the ceremony, and he'd had to content himself with a holographic representation. Because multiple broadcast units had been set up he had a better view of the proceedings than most who were on hand, but he had always regretted not having been actually, physically present.This time he would of course be there to preside, and by rights the shipboard duty.