‘Wouldn’t want anyone to take notice of the big man hitting his girlfriend, would we? They might think he was a pussy. A little bitch. Hell, they ...ight not think you’re a man at all, with that long hair and lack of balls, eh?’ Each word had been emphasized to convey just how little manliness the guy possessed, and he’d gotten results. A steadily reddening face, turning an ugly shade with each word uttered. Some words were simply guaranteed a reaction unless the person he was taunting was. ‘Well, I certainly wasn’t happy.’ She replied trying not to stare at his mouth anymore. She was starting to get buzzed. It was extremely difficult not to stare at what she wanted. ‘Well, I truly am sorry. I’m going to make up for it.’ ‘I’m sure you will.’ Instead of his lips she found she was staring at his chest peeking out of the top of his shirt. A dusting of light chest hair luring her to shift her gaze down, she imagined ripping the shirt off of him and running her hands over him. She. I was enjoying this way too much. I reached for Jason’s hand and squeezed it. “Hold still, honey,” Gina told Jason. Atop Jason’s cock, lithe and lovely Gina slowly spun herself around, reversing her position so her ass (and those dimples) was facing Jason and me. His cock remained plugged into her cunt the whole time. Charlie reached over and grabbed Gina’s breast, but never lost his rhythm inside me. Charlie bounced off my ass at exactly the same tempo that Gina rebounded from Jason. “Can. I think that one tenth of it should go to Widemouth, for providing us with the Guard and everything it took to get here.”“The rest of it, about two thirds of whatever we can get for it, will go to the crew. If the regular men get one share, and the leaders like Michael and Garth get two shares, and the officers like the Captain and Filo get four or five shares, that’s still only going to be about 100 shares so each person will receive two or three Conchs for a nice morning fight. Anyone who is.