"We need to remove some of the cannons so we will have sufficient room to operate against the British fleet," I told him."Yes, you may as well. There ...s no powder in the magazine or shot in the shot locker for them. We can put them in the hold. Moving all of that weight lower in the ship will improve maneuvering also," he told us."Don't worry. We can move them ourselves. We'll leave two cannon on each side of the ship, and we'll get you powder and shot for them from the warehouses," I told. But I didn't realize just how desperate she was until one of those office party evenings when I helped her carry empty snack dishes to the dishwasher in the kitchen. She had just refilled all the glasses in the living room, so we were not likely to be disturbed by a thirsty guest. I really had just intended to offer my help with whatever she needed to do. But what she needed to do was more urgent and more intimate than I expected. She dumped the dishes and turned to me."I can't stand it. "Wh-what are you doing?" I would think that was obvious. I'm undoing the rest of your sweater. I'd like to see the wonderful body that it's covering." You mean we're going to have sex here? In the car?" Well, we're going to have a little fun in the car. I know you've been waiting for me to make you come, so we do need to get that out of the way." The final button came undone in my fingers, and I started to spread the sides of the sweater. When she realized that she was about to be bared to my. »I organised this meeting, Sir, and I have thought of a special present to you that, I'm sure, it will make you very happy!«, she laughed proudly and turned away inside. She then led me up the stairs, her black skirt was just a joke of about four inches, and her legs clad in white silk stockings didn't lose my attention. I couldn't find any sign of underpants, the two lovely buttocks winked at me in unrestricted freedom. As if to pick up a bit of fluff from the steps she suddenly stopped an.