I looked around. She'd even re-made MY bed, with clean sheets (which she must have done herself in the laundry room).Now, when the voices are really h...wling, it's sometimes hard to carry on a decent conversation, but I got the impression that she was apologizing profusely about how she had lived during our three weeks together, and she promised that she would be different now. And then she said that she wanted to go out, and maybe do lunch, and hang out together for awhile. Of course, that was. He also said my cooking had potential, though he has warned me to stay away from the galley here.We are still go for our translation, the press back home have picked up on the date and time now. As The Skipper said, 'Confidence is high and everything is A-OK.' How corny can you get? But the press loved it. I have done my bit; I said 'hello' when the camera was thrust into my face. The Skipper made some comment about me being the quiet and fastidious one of the crew:"For Sly here everything has. Sliding her arms behind my back and pulling herself to my chest, she began to cry as great wracking sobs and shudders passed through her and the moisture of her released tears soaked through my shirt. I could feel the movement of her stomach against my abdomen as it first completely withdrew from contact, then returned to flutter and shake against me.She was lost in a full on over-powering bawl, and as much as I wanted to hold and comfort her further, I could not... for if I were to have. I pulled them on and tucked myself into them. The materialhad a bit of give in it and the panties fit me. I couldfeel my penis harden slightly at the contact with thematerial. The panties felt a lot different from the boxersthat I normally wore. The material was tented slightly atthe front due to the presence of my now hardening penis. Istood there awkwardly not really knowing what to do or say.I just felt incredibly self conscious.My sister threw me a garter belt. I had seen women wearingthese.