That way we both have our Friday free to go out, go to parties, that kind of thing. We don’t want to totally miss out on college life!”“Sounds g...od to me. I’ll just meet you for the same train on Saturday unless I hear from you.”“Let’s just figure three weekends a month. I’m sure stuff will come up that we both need our Saturday or Sunday free. We’ll play it by ear.”“You don’t need to beat around the bush — if you want to go on dates, go on dates! You and I have an arrangement that works for. While she watched, she unbuttoned her blouse. Her white bra hooked in the front. She liked that type because the back hooks on other bras cut into her back under all the pressure and weight of her huge tits. She unhooked her bra and slowly pulled it open, letting the fullness of her huge tits show for him to look at. He licked his lips and stared at them, fighting the urge to reach out and touch them. "Would you like to feel them?" She was proud of the fact that, for tits that large, they were. One the one hand, it’s not like being a guy and having your junk grabbed, which is all to open to attack. On the other hand, the feeling us an unwanted touch between my thighs like that was like being scalded.My initial response was to blush a deep red, but that instantly turned into the red face of a furious woman. I may be darker-skinned, but I’m light enough to see me blush, and people noticed. However, what caused them to look my way was the scream of pain when I reached down, grabbed his. The pirate theme with its sailing ships and swashbuckling adventures and eighteenth century fashions is really just a vehicle for the story, (albeit a very good one)Anyway, thank you Cleo for the idea of the next story and thank you P------- for your suggestion of the words Sails and Silks. Please don't be too offended if I only took half your advice.Cleo has allowed me to use the same characters so if readers consider Cleo's story 'Cutlasses & Corsets' to be Chapter 1 then this is chapter 2B..