Deep breath..."I"...deep breath..."be"...deep breath..."allowed"...deep breath..."to"...deep breath..."cum"...deep breath..."now"? Each time my answer...was "Not yet". She was whimpering by the time I told her to stop after about another 20 minutes of teasing. She needed a break to regain as much of her composure as possible so I had her go bring herself back a nice big glass of ice water. Before she sat back down I had her turn her back to the camera, bend over, legs slightly spread, and slip. “Here’s some cold water,” she said and lifted a container with a bendy straw to my lips. I sipped water until she pulled the straw away. “Not too much,” she said. How do you feel?”“Like I was hit by a truck,” I said trying to speak normally. My words came out in a whisper.“Do you remember me?”The room did seem kind of familiar, but not her. Joyce was printed on her nametag. I guessed that she was in her thirties. She had short blonde hair that went in all directions ... on purpose I assumed,. . Don't make waves ... It's always America's fault ... give 'em anything they want.I just Know he was a do over.So we took on a Navy pilot and he guided us through ... still took two days ... two long days. We were assigned the Toyo Maru to be our traveling partner. We went through the locks together, we anchored overnight together, we stayed together during the long passages. Eight knots is the law in the canal. If you can't keep up there's a big fine.The VHF radio ... we had three ... in. “That sounds good to me,” Amber declared.“Baby,” Joan looked up at her husband, “do want us here or in bed?”“Right here, right now!”Amber laughed and walked over to the light switch, dimmed the lights and grabbed the woolly, thick quilt they had left out for such occasions. She was laying it out on the floor in front of the fireplace while Joan stood and took off her dress. She unzipped the back, let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. She was wearing a red lace bra, matching panties,.