"...Orville and Morg were in the Mess and looked up as Clare walked to the urn to fill her mug and add the extras. She joined them and skewed her head...to look at the scrawl of figures and numbers on the paper in front of them. (PDAs were good for individual use but for two, working things out or gaming problems, screens or holos worked but for seeing where you'd been, slate and chalk still had a lot going for it.)"Wotcha, you two?" she enquired."Morg is helping me with a problem that has been. The character tries so desparately to find some clothes as the clothes are all earsed with a eraser, as this is a sick joke.The character could be play game of strip Basketball and while losing wind up naked, they can have laser gun that is she at the character and takes the characters clothes away. There could be a male character naked with a leaf covering it's privates infront of everyone, and as anyone moves the leaf from his crotch, it will result in everyone including the character that. I found that she did not wear bra, as she left it in the bathroom. She only had her panty which was wet. I started pressing her small boobs which had thick nipples. Then ultimately I started kissing and biting the nipples. She screamed in panic, “Aaaaaarrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh……please stop…..nooooooo……Maaaaaaaaa….Ahhhhh”. But who cared? She started it all and I was going to end this! I tore her panty apart and started shaking her pussy with one hand and another working at her boobs. I slowly gained. I always started my letters with “Dear Mary” just as I would a formal letter. When I got to the end of my first letter, written the evening of the very day we waved each other goodbye, I discovered that I was completely unaccustomed to write anything other than formal letters. The last letters written to someone I was in love with was during the First World War, when I happily addressed the letters to Mildred as “My Sweetheart” and the salutation along the lines of “Truly yours”, “With all my.