Rain picked up steadily until it fell in torrents, sometimes mixing with large hail.After several more hours, the Mary Sue began to pitch and roll far...worse than she had in the first storm in the Atlantic. Damage to the ship began to mount as the storm reached it's peak. Guard railings were bent or broken and washed overboard. Windows broke under the force of the waves. That happened to the big center window of the pilot house, which made conning the ship that much more difficult.The main. Her body answers them.The subtle placement of the sheet makes her smile. He cannot see her face. His hands must interpret. She is female. She is prone. She is passive. All she wants to know is his hands. She likes them. She wants their touch. She does not protest the placement of the sheet. His hands continue their work. Flesh, hands, sensation, pleasure. From him, through her, returning to him. She is floating. She is warm. She breathes. There is a new sensation. Cool. He has moved her leg.. Slowly I raised my hand from Jen's ass, about a foot away. SWAT! My fingers stung smartly into her bottom. She let out a low moan, and rocked her hips gently in response. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! I let her have three more, just using the tips of my fingers to give the maximum stinging effect. I looked at Linda and she was smiling. "Ohh, that smarts!" Jennifer had finally spoken up. She circled her hips in a slow pattern. "You think that hurts? Try this!!!!” I yelled. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!. I was starting to enjoy the freedom of being exposed below, but I had to remind myself to be careful. I dropped a piece of paper and forgot my naked star underneath. I bent over unconsciously to pick the document up and immediately I felt my skirt ride up. My exposure shocked me into quickly standing upright, and I looked around for anyone who might have gotten a peek. I started photocopying and was quickly joined by Andrew. We small talked for a while, and then out of nowhere, Andrew said,.