I could feel her tongue probing my lips trying to find a way in. ‘Come on Jim. You’ve got to give me some help here. Haven’t you ever kissed a g...rl?’ ‘Nnno,’ I mumbled pathetically. ‘Oh good! I get to teach you everything!’ She sat on the bed and pulled me down beside her. ‘Let’s try that kiss again, but this time open your mouth a little and suck on my tongue.’ ‘Are you sure about that?’ ‘Yup, that’s the way it’s done!’ Once again she put her mouth on my mouth. I felt her probing again so I. “Morning, Mike!” Amelia called out as we both got out of our cars in the parking lot.“Hi, Amelia. Ready for another exciting day at the hardware store?”“It’s a thrill a minute!” she laughed. “But I like having my spending money.”“And I like having my college money. Shall we go in?”“Mr. Orlov will send the KGB after us if we don’t!”“He’s a pussy cat,” I grinned. “It’s Mrs. Orlova you have to watch out for! Do NOT mess with Russian women. Especially Russian grandmothers!”Amelia laughed, “We know. They stared at my spread-apart thighs. At my fingers rubbing at my cunt. I stroked my clit and labia. I caressed it. My juices soaked my fingers. I sucked hard on the crotch of Bernie's panties. I loved it. It was the best.“Mmm, yes,” I moaned, smiling, staring at my sisters as I came down from my orgasm. I breathed in my older sister's musk from the panties. I needed more. “Lucilla, strip down to your panties. Bernie, put on a fresh pair. Something naughty. You both are so wet. You're soaking. This was all status quo on the good old Mermaid of the good old WestHem Navy but today it was particularly irritating because Jeff and the members of his detail were burning to monitor the news broadcasts regarding the situation on the surface. Could what they were hearing possibly be true? Had they really indicted Laura Whiting? Had her forces really fired on federal agents? And now new reports were coming in as well, reports about some sort of battle at the entrance to the WestHem marine.