. As you're chatting you notice me glancing at your stocking top trying not stare and you catch my eye, and as I blush you give me a wry smile and win... and carry on chatting..As I'm looking around the room I notice that every time I look back you'd shifted slightly, allowing me to see more and more of your underwear until I've got a perfect view under the table of your spread stocking clad legs and moistening panties.. as you give me a cheeky glance to see me running my hand slowly running over. ------ then there was this singaporean guy who took the bunk opposite my bunk on the other side. timing was good that time that we were the only ones who were there. so when he went out of the bathroom and got to his bunk, i already cleared my clothes hanging on the railings so he could see me. Indeed he saw me "hardening my dick" when he went back to his bed after bathing. he really saw me and I beckoned him to go near me which he did. and he asked "what are you doing". i just moaned my answer. That I was standing not ten feet from her did not discomfit her at all. Perhaps when a girl enjoys the eyes of multiple men raking over her nudity, followed by being mounted and ridden like a race horse on every possible occasion, she becomes less modest."Lie down and spread your legs," instructed Mistress Penelope."Madam!" I complained.She turned her head to look at me. "Surely you jest, Wadsworth," she said. "Now is not the time. And aren't you a bit long in the tooth for sporting with one so. There was a longer pause from Michelle, “She is thinking about it,” said Catherine, wide-eyed. “This could be interesting.”“What about the others?” said Richard, quickly trying to deflect the conversation; he could tell his wife was uncomfortable with the way things were developing. He knew what those fantasies were and he hoped that eventually she would be prepared to act on them. Looking around the room, he thought and these might just be the couples to do it with.Nobody else spoke to begin.