"You know," Karen nodded her head towards the TV set. "Touching and stuff." Do you?" Kaelee asked."I guess," Karen admitted shyly. "Why don't we take ...ur tops off first." You first," Kaelee said."Together," Karen compromised."Okay," Kaelee smiled. "On three. One... two... three."At that, both girls pulled their tops off over their heads. Karen took a bit longer for she was wearing a bra under her sweater. But as Jim had guessed earlier, Kaelee was braless under her white T-shirt. As soon as. The more she did it, the more she felt the tingling sensation spread down her body, her had reached down and she suddenly became aware how wet she had become. She couldnt help herself, right there in the cubicle she had to cum. She frantically rubbed her self through her wet knickers, it'd been a long time since she or anyone else had touched her in that way. she pulled them, her fingers probing inside her while she stared at Sam's picture, imaging it was him exploring her. She dropped her. “Your turn, Gérard.”“It’s not what you think,” Gerard began. “Everyone assumes because it’s the tropics and it’s hot and so people must not wear so many clothes that they’re fucking all the time. That’s not true.” Gérard drank from his tankard. “For one thing, people work hard in the tropics. Doubly so, because of the heat, and I’m not even talking about the slaves or workers in the fields.”“Is that friend who lives with your foster sister a slave, Gérard? Where did she work?”The others had met. Do it like she says." The men started moving.Lenore turned to find Kostowe still on the dock, clapping silently.So far the day had been exhausting, Lenore thought as she held the cold beer to her sunburned forehead. She'd been too busy all day to reapply sunblock. After fueling, they'd returned to the area she was at yesterday, and this time, there was little rest. Manasares had had them trying to figure out how to best pack and offload the various electronic equipment and the precious circuit.