When they had been briefly in the stateroom, Scott had spotted his crown, sword of state, sceptre and golden spurs all in a glass case. He had asked W...lliam to direct him back to the room and retrieved his ornate crown, the crown of the Ard Righ nan Albannach. If the President wanted to have a little show then he had decided to oblige, but to do it with a little style.Scott was wearing a dress kilt and his Saltire tabard. A golden belt passed over one shoulder and carried a sheath for a. We padded our way to the bathroom where I was finally able to relieve the nearly unbearable pressure. Jenny decided that since we were already there, she took care of her business as well.Once we were back in the bedroom, I gave her a hug."Sorry about waking you up so rudely. I had to go really bad." I would have liked to get a few hours more of sleep." Yeah, and just whose idea was it for the handcuffs?" Ok, my fault on that. Can we go back to bed? I'm still tired."I checked the clock and. ” James said, “It’s the reverse of when you are on your hands and knees and tits look huge and all floppy.”“Not mine, mine don’t even wobble.”“Not yet.” Josh said, but they will grow, all girl’s tits do. In a few weeks they’ll be a handful.” “I don’t want then to get huge.”“Neither do I.” James added, “Small breasts are so much more photogenic.”Then we came to the photos of me on my back.“I haven’t got much hair yet.” “Pubic hair on a girl is all wrong,” James said. “It spoils the whole beauty. I chuckled, crawling on top of him. I kissed him deeply, and he kissed back, wrapping his arms and legs around me, holding me tightly. Could this get any better? I thought to myself. I rolled, still kissing, running my hands all over his toned muscular body. I slid my fingers through his silky hair, down over his cheek bones, feeling the slight stubble of days without a shave. Down his pronounced neck, and onto his broad shoulders, hugging and kissing him. I broke from his lips to explore his.