Money for old rope! and he wished us a good time.So there we were!I was dressed up for the session we had plotted and was wearing a sexy school-girl t...pe of attire: my hair was up in pig-tails, padded-bra under my half-open white blouse, and I wore a short tartan skirt around my ass with no-panties, white socks over my knees and black high-heels: so I was every guys jack-job and wet-dream.Or so I felt from the many looks I received. ha ha!Holiday right? might as well enjoy it! We had the food. " You are in a declared war zone and they can stop and inspect; my EW just said unless you are completely full of reaction mass, you are going to run out of fuel before you get anywhere. We can take your crew off and we can outrun that lot. Over" From pot to flame, methinks. Well stay with our ship, thanks. Over"While this exchange was going on Blue Leader reported the CAs had fired a salvo of missiles each, shut them down after establishing them into their run, and the DDs had been unleashed. My thoughts drifting back to Mike, my husband and of how I adored him, yet loved being the unfaithful slut wife at times too.The conversation in the living room halted abruptly as I entered. There was an audible intake of breath as I paraded into the room, feeling increasingly turned on as I displayed myself in front of these strangers. Frank played his part magnificently, continuing the sales patter brilliantly.I wantonly paraded in the room, sat down spreading my legs slightly, giving them. Finally, he asked if I liked dancing and we made our way to the dance floor. My mind was racing as we danced. This guy was hot and the more we danced the more attracted I was attracted to him. “Genie in a Bottle” came on and we started mouthing the words to each other and at by the end of the song we were suggestively dancing real close. As the song came to an end, he put his arms around me and kissed me. I was in heaven as he led me to the dimly lit hallway. He said I looked awesome and.