When I woke it was getting dark outside. The straps of my gown playedgames on my shoulders. I was feeling very sexy and wondered what itwould feel l...ke if Harry were with me. Yum.I got up and decided to get dressed for the rest of the evening. First Iwent to my closet and picked out a cute flared grey skirt that fell justbelow my knees. I selected a darling V-necked maroon sweater thatcomplemented the skirt. Rather than a full slip, I laid out a half slipand a grey camisole. I decided on. Along the way we made some discoveries. Like it takes a long time to get rid of a beard that has had all those years to take root. Like 2 hours. Like the first shave after 15 years hurts! Like razor burn is not any better than it was when a teenager I knew was trying desperately to shape what he then called a beard. Like the beard I had now was rather blue immediately after a close shave, and the young man who could miss shaving for 2 days and never notice was gone forever. Like I had to shave. I have to admit I put more effort into my own training after listening to her rant at Chris Vito after he lost focus during one simulation.Ensign Walter Daniels was a rock in engineering. We both discovered that we had a huge problem there overall though. None of our crewmen was truly comfortable with the equipment and controls. We tried moving them around to see if that helped, but ended up moving them back to their original duties. It was soon clear that we needed to be on board Corsica to. Each time she was getting wetter, and hotter, and more aroused, as his fingers slipped out and traced their way up her crack. As the wetness reached her asshole, she twitched yet again... SMACK!"Ha! Got you to move. I thought for a minute you'd conquered the urge to move..." he said. All the while his fingers were wandering, dipping into her dripping pussy, drifting over her cheeks, sliding between her cheeks, and back into her pussy, but only for a minute. "Now that we know you can wait shall.