I watched as she finished the last button and her dress hung open. She was magnificent. Her tits were pillowing out the top of her black laced bra. ...��Remove the bra”, I said flatly.She dropped the dress to the floor and reached behind her and unclasped her bra. When it too hit the floor I had my first look at her huge chocolate nipples. I grabbed both breast and squeezed hard. They felt wonderful, nice and firm. She took a deep breath and a slight moan escaped her perfect lips. I slid my. Nina wondered if it were the woman's transparent blue eyes that drew her, or the severely tight-to-the-head helmet of short brown hair. Maybe it was her quiet manner, a distance behind the eyes. She accepted a dance, but neither offered a smile or touch of encouragement. Nina decided she was wasting her time, but could not bring herself to leave Jo before her companions arrived.When they did they crowded around the table, bring chairs from near-by tables to sit on. There were four of them and. I’ll swear, Marcie. It was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen”. “I’m glad you found it amusing.” Marcie was calmer but clearly frustrated, probably fearing that somehow I would upset her standing in the community. “Is she going to do the contract?” “I guess so, I explained what we are thinking of, I even gave her the list”. “The list, you say?” “Yeah, notes from what needs to go in the contract.” “Sounds good, what was she wearing?” Marcie’s tone was lighter. “You won’t believe it,” I exclaimed.. My name is Eric Mueller. Dad got a job at Broward Marine, a ship building facility on the New River, which had a contract to build mine sweepers for the Dutch Navy. Pop was a motor machinist in the Navy during the war and had an extensive knowledge of diesel engines. When the last of the ships was completed in 1952, he remained with the company that had by now shifted to building yachts, some as large as sixty-five and seventy feet. In 1957 dad and two of his friends decided to open their own.