Thinking that it was a dream, I tried to sleep again. And the same thing happened once again.When I woke up, everyone was sleeping. This happened more...2 or 3 times. This time I decided to just close my eyes and pretend to sleep. And that is when I felt it again. My boob was being pressed very slowly and carefully by the man sitting beside me. For a second, I felt extremely angry and I wanted to slap him but then I decided to push away the anger. I stayed in that position for some more time. "Motherfucker you don't know who you're talkin to. I'll kick your ass and shit on your face." she squawked.I slapped the bitch off her feet and stepped into the room over her. She tried to rise, but I put a cowboy boot across her throat and held her in her place as I calmly explained her situation,"If you're nice, I'll let you have some air."Ms. Knudson's robe had fell open during her struggle to gain footing, revealing her ample tits and natural hair color. She was a bleach blonde with. He recalled to his memory the night so many years past. Way to much to drink, trying to keep his footing, talking to himself as he made his way home. He had tried to remember what caught his attention first, was it the scent that had drifted and mingled around him, the heavy smell of wet leaves mixed with the earth, at first not pleasing to him, but as it swirled around him it brought to him such erotic feelings as if being caressed by a thousand hands. The music yet not music high on the tree. The Bassae Comrat saw the ship was heading toward a small patch of fog. While he thought it odd for there to be any fog given the conditions, he did not consider the matter important enough to leave his place near the stern. However, just before the ship entered the white mist he shivered, as though a cold hand had been run across his chest, though the day remained warm enough. The fog was thin enough that he could still see the length of the ship as it entered the bank. Now concerned that.