I also thoughtabout my code name and said, "Emie." That seems perfect," she praised me in a voice like she was talkingto someone my apparent age. "Oka..., now for the fun part, let?spractice changing her clothes."I looked over at the box and saw there were other outfits there. Iwondered though if she meant this to begin my training. I pictured adress similar to the green one but fancier and with tights. I kind ofwilled it to be so and the dress I pictured was now on Emie!"Well aren?t you a quick. Out in basically the middle of nowhere in the Pacific on our new 25 foot yacht, scuba gear, and the beautiful blue/green waters of the Hawaiian Coast. It can’t really get any better than that. As we pull into deep waters and anchor the boat you walk down to the sun deck and rub yourself down with sun tan oil. The way your skin glistens makes me stare blankly at your chest. You call up to me snapping me out of my stare. When I respond your hands slip to bottom of the bathing suit top. Quickly. I watch her lips, one of her hands in rhythm with them, the other pulling me into her. Her mouth is warm and soft and I think for a brief second about where we are, but I’d give anything for her to not stop. After a few minutes, she pulls back, still stroking as she runs a hand down my stomach. I pull her to her feet and kiss her again, turning her around to pull her dress up and press myself against her. One hand in her hair, I pull her closer and she plants her hands on the desk, matching my. Because she was half Mexican, she had nice tanned skin.She often didn't wear a bra, yet still her breasts didn't suffer from gravity. They stood proudly forward. Because of the pointy Sno-cone-like shape they had and her almost-always stiff nipples, they were very visible through the fabric of her T-shirt. Her lower body was amazing, too. Her flat, tight tummy reflected her somewhat wider hips, and her perky round bottom was mouth watering, too. And her legs... man were they beautiful. Long and.