I wanted to do more research before I talked to Nicole about it. I wasn't going to get away with that it appeared. The minute Roger was out the door, ...he was on me."What are you thinking, Will? What made you pick that particular home?" She wasn't dismissing the idea, just curious."Let's look at the listing on-line. There should be some pictures with it and then we'll look it up on Google Earth and see where it is. It almost looks too good to be true." Okay. I like the outside and what I can see. I have orders from Sir Edward for you, Sir.”“My felicitations, Captain. I always knew you’d succeed one day.”“Thank you, Sir. I owe a lot to your support. Umh, those orders, you’re to take over Unicorn, Sir. Knowing that your cabin furniture is from your father, I had it transferred to your new ship already. She’s under repairs, just like us, Sir.”“Losses?” Thomas asked in a low voice.“Seven, Sir. Corbyn was one of them. We had twelve wounded, but they’re all getting better already. Unicorn. He pushed the orange at my crotch. He was right again. I grabbed some of the orange and began wiping myself where I could reach. His rough caloused hands were already there. Rubbing the juicy orange into my pubic hair, between my legs. Squeezing it against my thighs. There were no sexual thoughts in either of us. Just a need to erase the smell ... overpower it with something natural.The orange pulp was scrubbed into my pussy with a frenzy. We both realized what he was doing at the same time. I. I have photos like this documenting the effects of fucking about ten different bottles so far. You can see the glossy patches of juices and lube sloppily spread from my pelvis to my knees. With my legs apart it's obvious my pussy is split open, and you can either see my labia hanging long and stretched on either side of my gash or pushed together and looking like narrow fingers between my thighs. Yet the rest of the photo is just me, my normal self, maybe a bit disheveled and my bra is a bit.