I moved around behind her and started kissing her neck. She tilted her head back and to the side to give me full access to her neck and shoulder. Now ...y hands had more to play with as they started to trace the soft curve of her belly and chest thru the silky robe.Taking the ends of the sash in each hand, a gentle tug was all that was needed to have the robe fall open and unceremoniously drop to the floor. To my delight and surprise, she was wearing a full body stocking with an open crotch. It. A sword fight was fast coming on-screen!In your right arm is a fifty-pound dumbell. The harsh iron grates across your palm with callous weight; even when you are watching television, you are always working out. It's just a habit. And your body thanks you for it: you are a 6'4" brute of hardy Irish muscle, probably the ideal male image of your people. Your neighborhood is Irish, too, and the girls like you...But talking to them would waste a lot of time, you think. Your scarred-and-swollen arm. With her arms above her head like that Dianne thought she almost caught a glimpse of Jill’s pussy peeking out of the bottom. Giving herself a mental slap she turned back toward the television. “What are you watching?” Jill asked as she plopped herself down carelessly near the pillows of the bed Dianne was reclining at the foot of. Out of reflex Dianne looked at the woman who was speaking to her and found she was looking directly at Jill’s neatly trimmed bush since the bottom of the towel had. The woman had despite all the options available, an overweight problem. Of course she did not even consider any of those options as she found nothing wrong with herself and considered the fitness standards of the fleet oppressive and solely designed to discriminate against her. She had made the decision to join the Fleet because her class mates had made fun of her and told her she would never be accepted.Belinda filled out her uniform, stretching it to its limits. Usually she loved to give her.