I just moved her back and started to kiss her forehead like my most loved person, then her eyes, cheeks and finally kissed her Lips. That was a small ...eck on the lips but she left a gasp and said that I want you Ronn.She started kissing me deeper and we were lost in a long smooch which ended in a couple of minutes and by that time my angel was just in her bra and panty as I removed all while kissing. She was wearing a pink padded bra and a pink lacy panty. I just started squeezing her boobs as. Yet, the way they moved, leisurely, paced, and totally removed from the strict demands of Queen and Empire, set his teeth on edge. A proper society was based on discipline and correct behavior. Applying civilization, it seemed, was to be a burden borne by the British.And Bombay in the summer was insufferable. Lately, even the nights were barely tolerable. Naturally, as an English officer, soldier, and a representative of the crown, he could hardly complain about that to a local."Confound it!". Her legs were tanned and smooth, all the way up to nirvana. Her pale-blue bikini panties were very, very sheer.Catching my breath, I hoarsely whispered, “I see you, huh, got an early start on your, uhm… tan this year.”Looking down, she laughed and humorously muttered, “Oh hell, I hemmed it too short.”Seeing I was trying not to grin, she explained, “I bought it last week on sale. I knew the hem was too long, which was no big deal; it’s an easy fix. So, last night I took the hem up. But, damn. I am here to hurt you not." I say, assuring your safety. "Who....who are you?" You ask sheepishly. "I am Commander Feanaur Dur Ithil-Hir of the Sith fleet stationed on Hoth." I answer. "I am the Leading Officer at this base and the second in command to Darth Malak, who serves the Emperor of the Imperial Command." "Are...are you a Jedi." You ask. "I am." I answer. "And, now it is my turn. Who are you? How did you get here? I can see you are a Kath by race, but of what planet?" "I.