I cleared my throat and straightened my back, pulling my arm away gently. “Harrison.. we can’t, you’re 17,” I said, biting my lip to keep myse...f from saying please. I flashed back to the night I seduced Mr. Johnson and my conscience laughed at my reply to him. “And you’re wha†? 24, 25? That’s not much of an age difference, and I’m legal,” he says, scooting his chair towards me, his chair as far towards the corner of the dining table as possible. “I’m 25,” I said shakily, my legs crossing. We fell softly back down but this time me on top of her. My soft penis lightly grazed her sopping wet pussy lips making it instantly lubed, hard, and prepared. I guess it was ready to get back into action. Like some kind of reflex, I started to grind my cock against her smooth, wet lips and oversensitive clit. We both moaned as we felt the intense pleasure we both were receiving from the mutual masturbation. We continued till she pinched my butt with its still gaping hole as a signal to hold. Tom glanced up, surprised by her question. "What?" he stammered."The shopping spree. Was it worth it?"Tom opened his mouth to answer, then shut it. "I don't know," heanswered slowly.Katie smiled, and reached out her hand. Puzzled, Tom reached up andtook her hand, and she pulled him to his feet. "Let's take a look atthe result, okay?"Katie led Tom to the full-length mirror on the back of the door. "Takea look," she offered.Tom looked at the mirror, and his mouth dropped open. "Wow!" he. She was very old, and had been built before the first world war. She was built of wood which was rotting in places. There seemed to be about a hundred of us working frantically to get her stored, and loaded with coal wood and water for the boilers, all of us seeing her as our last hope for escape, or at least an attempt at escape.We knew that it was a last forlorn hope, but anything was better than staying in Singapore to be butchered. About twenty Navy ratings plus two officers were given.