“thanks Mr. Hardy” as I pressed against him, I could feel him growing hard against me. His dick pressing against my lower stomach. “uh, Jan…...” he muttered? But he made no move to push me away. I continued to hug him. I pushed against him a bit harder. Letting his stiffening cock rub against my flat tummy. “Mr. Hardy!” I said in mock surprise. I looked up at him and saw something else on his face now. Lust. He moaned slightly as I rubbed my body against his. I wondered suddenly if he had had. Their tent was at the opposite end of the grounds from my tent, so I figured I probably would not be seeing them too much this week during work hours. The work hours by the way were great. You worked about four and a half hours a night. All the rest of the time was yours to do as you please. Saturdays were the only full work schedule. There was close to nothing to do at nights here in East Falmouth, Cape Cod, Massachusetts on a Sunday night or as I found out later, any night of the week. I. She told me that she had an assignment to work on for one of her other subjects, and would spend the time in the library.“Don’t forget you are helping me move all my stuff on Saturday,” she said.The race on Friday morning was a repetition of the previous race; again equipment failure cost Australia II the race, losing by over a minute and a half to the American boat. I was started to feel that despite all the hype over the radical ‘winged keel’, and the legal challenges from the New York Yacht. She rubbed her palms together, then placed her palms onto the deck. She murmured the words of the spell and felt one of the buzzing knots of magical energy that she had locked into her brain with eight hours of meditation uncoil. Her palms flashed and she felt a shiver rush through her brain.A useful spell, Locate Weakness.She pointed. “That way.”And together, she and D-Com started through the corridors of the Bryaugh Warsphere.Merrrrtonnnnnn! Brash’s squeal of alarm jerked Merton away from his.