The crew quarters is one large, noisy, hot, and smelly room, but we can sleep there, at least I can," The Russian chic said.Russian Chic, or RC, follo...ed after him. After they had gone I said the The Brit, "I think we got a couple of cases of the Russian 'Grinch' shoulder fired SAMs. If that is the case and word gets out, this could be an exciting three weeks. The captain says the crew has been with him three years without incident, but I don't believe anyone at this point." I wonder how good. I know I'm driving you wild with my torments. I lower myself so I can almost sit on your lap, all the while continuing to caress my body."You want to touch me, don't you?" I taunt.I slide my hands down your arms until I reach your hands and bring them up to my shoulders, where I let you take off my blouse. I can't help but grin as I hear your breath catch."Oh baby, you're beautiful."I get up and turn around. Peering over my shoulder at you, I ask you to unzip my skirt for me. You slide the. Teachers and priests had told me that even touching myself was wrong; my parents were probably too embarrassed to even discuss it. Needless to say, I did it anyhow, guiltily, and earned regular reprimand in the confessional. The boys all preferred Father George, who gave empathetic penances.The naughty excitement amplified the pleasurable stirrings when I would massage my genitals. With my privacy insecure and temporary, I hadn’t yet done it long or intensely enough to discover the ultimate. Roshni had finger fucked herself so many times she had learnt an unbelievable number of ways. She lay down against the pillow on her bed and spread her smooth fair milky coloured legs. She pressed her right hand over her panties on her crotch and started slowly squeezing her clit. Mmmmm. Her pussy slowly started getting wet and she rubbed her clit again and again and again in circular motion. Oh fuck. She would pause every thirty seconds and pinch her clit over her panties and then keep rubbing.