She shook her head gently and felt the hair brush against hernaked back and shoulders. It had taken her considerable time to get usedto going out in p...blic with so little clothing. The black spaghetti strapdress she wore left very little to the imagination. Her creamy white skinwas nearly flawless. 'Donna certainly is beautiful' she thought as sheadjusted her C cup breasts inside the dress. Looking at her cleavage wouldhave given her a hard on; but tonight that would be Donna's worry! Herwife's. There were nineteen boys with the oldest at eighteen. There was thirty nine girls and twenty three young women. A further twelve were from my arbitrary starting age of thirty. The ages went up to fifty at the moment. All of them I could trust up to a point but I still had to watch my back.This was ninety three people and they had to be split up between the three ships. The Vecta got the most simply because of her size and the fact that I wanted to watch them for problemsA month after we began. Lynette had kept her black skirt on but changed into a white blouse and I thought it was the first time I’d seen her wear anything that wasn’t black, grey, brown or dark green. She looked good, but I could see that she was nervous, probably not about being with me, but how she could open up about her husband leaving. I wasn’t having a great time wondering how I could get her to open up, or if I wanted to deal with the conversation, and emotions, that might ensue. The coffee shop was almost. ''Seven works for me, see you then.'Was this really happening to me? I did a small jig and then proceeded to do my normal after work ritual. Come home, take a shower, put on something comfy, hop in bed, surf the internet. Everyday after work it was the same thing, but tonight I couldn't stop thinking about Mandi as I lie in my bed. As I though of her long blonde hair and big tits, I couldn't help but notice my hand wandering under my sheets. Thinking about her legs I found my right hand to be.