”“Yes? Speak up if you know more.”“Sir, he’s had a hard time the last days. His wife died during a stillbirth, and it’s taken the life out...of him, it seems. Yesterday, he had to bury her. It would seem the crew took advantage of his state, and the watch went below to drink. He’s mortified, Sir.”“What do you suggest, Mr. Dougherty?”“I was thinking, Sir, always assuming you can agree, we could let him go watches. I spoke with some other wardroom members, and we would keep an eye on him. He may. It was movement at the arched opening that caught my attention and as my wife continued to suck my cock I turned my head to see what drew my attention. As I turned my head I thought I saw someone duck behind the wall to the right of the opening. I realized it must be my stepdaughter and that she must've come upstairs to get something from the kitchen and heard the noises coming from the living room and when she saw what was happening, was peeping around the edge of the door watching her mother. Debbie’s tee-shirt clung to her body showing off her impressive boobs. “That should do me. Your turn Em”, said Debbie. Emily released the trigger spray and handed it to Debbie as they swapped places. “Have you got anything dry to change into”? I asked. “No need”, said Debbie, “Do this all the time. We just drip dry and get going”, she contined. With that Emily slipped off her runners and socks and Debbie commenced to hose her down. Emily turned around a few times. I was really enjoying. . . the movement is about the hands! Remember, palms inward, arc the elbow and the wrists in a crescent. The sweep upward should be like a slow breeze filling a ship's sail." Loosen your wrists, Rachel! Like so, oui?" Remember your hands are expressing something. Let them speak for you. Watch and listen to what they are saying!"No one had reason to question Wilhelmina's command of the dancing arts nor her commitment to her troupe. Whether she spoke sharply or in praise it was never.