Chrissie wrapped arms and legs around him pulling, him hard against her. I knew how wonderful Arthur must be feeling because I knew just how good it f...lt inside her. I'd been there many times before but now I was getting a different pleasure. Yes, it was a bit voyeuristic, but it was more. It was the joy of sharing my woman with my best friend. It was the joy I got from seeing her pleasure and knowing that a lot of that pleasure was coming from doing this to please me.Arthur was soon thrusting. . . no it’s not,” I lied. I felt myself get even wetter. He was pumping his fingers in and out in and out. I hated myself for feeling good. “Please, stop . . . stop it.”“You don’t want me to stop,” I heard him say. I heard him unzip the front of his pants. “Yes I do . . . please . . .” I whined, and I heard him laugh.“Then why are you moving your hips on your own?”I opened my eyes and glanced down. He wasn’t moving his fingers at all. I was sliding my hips back and forth, inviting him inside. . it was a visible switch ... like someone had thrown a switch or started a Ferrari. From housewife to supermodel."The Southern Star sailed out of Manila with three hundred twenty three nurses and dependent wives and their children. The children aged from babies in arms to seventeen year old high school girls ... the boys stayed."The ship was 235 feet of slow moving rust. She had a crew of 23 ... mostly stokers ... a Captain ... Angus Alabaster, from Australia. Harold Potter, first mate, from. As I let her down I could not help but see her breast in that low cut tank top she had on. I started feeling warm I am almost sure my face turned red. I still remember this 13 year old little girl running around. Now she was no longer 13 and she was no longer little. After talking for a while I had to take off to make it to my parents house for dinner.Ashley had said that she was having a few friends over later and asked if I wanted to come back and hang out by the pool. I could not turn down.