" I replied, displaying my vast conversational skills.The brat got up and sauntered over to her doorway. "Eew! The slob's drunk, again! Still, it may ...mprove his intelligence."The brunette vision looked over her shoulder at the brat and flashed her a curious glance. Stacy smiled and folded her arms across her breast. That was when I noticed the small pink T-shirt she was wearing. It had the picture of a little black kitten holding a purse behind its back beneath the words, "Tight young pussy.". I was hoping she wouldn't have her hand on my penis when Rhonda took the stage, even if she did terrible, seeing my wife disrobe on stage in front of a crowded bar will have me fully erect. Katie was now starting her show and she was a short, thick but shapely thighed, light brown haired cutie. Her face was clean and fresh, not too much makeup. A nut tightening smile, nice ass, and I was taking that in she popped her top reveling a nice, firm, well shaped medium to large breast, with a brown. Thus it was that the Second Officer, Charles LeBoeuf had the ship under way before the Admiral woke. It was only the revving up of the engines as they went to full ahead after clearing the harbour bar which woke him. Five minutes later he was on the bridge in full uniform."What's happening, Charles?" he demanded."We had orders to sail through the Canal and up the Adriatic to pick up Princess Elaheh who will be in Venice waiting for us," was the reply; Charles adding with pride, "I had us cast. " I expect she would," he said. He felt like this was going much better. Maybe she'd get dressed again soon. He hoped so. His dick, only recently assuaged, was perking up again already."Well that's too bad," said Mandy suddenly. "I like this. It makes me feel weird, but it also makes me feel like laughing too. It's fun, kind of. Did you see that Professor Simpson has a tattoo?" Of course not," he said. "Why would I be looking for a tattoo?" Because she's naked!" snapped Mandy. "Don't tell me.