Angela sat in his lap. Everyone looked happy.I particularly enjoyed sitting in my husband’s lap and occasionally whispering naughty things in his ea... and feeling his response. Later, we all went to our beds and he made me very happy. I think I did him.In the morning, we woke up happy. We showered together and then dressed. We were informal and had our pistols buckled at our backs. We would change clothes after lunch for the wedding.We walked around in the garden after breakfast. I noticed. ”“Oh, you little slut.” Christy said as she laughed. “Now you’ve got to tell me all. The first time you came over I knew that sexually you would be just like me. Now you have to tell me how you masturbate; I want to know if you did the same as I did.”Even as a eighteen year old girl, I was aware of two things when she talked to me about anything sexual; first of all I could tell that she would be getting aroused just by the way she would move her butt as I’m talking to her; I once read a book. At the very end of the day I was getting a little irritated and tired. I walked the next to last applicant out of my office and met the last girl, Stacey. Stacey was very cute. She was about 5’6” with medium length dark brown hair in kind of a Jennifer Anniston cut. She was Latina with really nice caramel colored skin and nice perky tits and a big round ass although she was dressed fairly plainly in a long skirt and button up shirt. I asked her back to my (very small) office and sat down. I didn’t have time to get a word in edgewise. So I started getting ready. I put on a pair of jeans, and a tank top with a button up shirt to cover it up.I was just fixing my hair when Missy came into my suite. Missy looked at me, rolled her eyes, and shook her head.“You need to let loose. You’re not wearing that!” she said.Missy then went to my closet and pulled out one of my shortest skirts. It was one that I hadn’t worn in a while.“Put this on”, she stated in a tone that told me I shouldn’t.