" A feast! We will prepare a feast to thank god, St. Columba and Scott mac Fergus the Norse-slayer for our deliverance!" The senior Churchman cried."T...e Norse-slayer! The Norse-slayer!" The islanders took up the chant.I sat embarrassed. I had after all only killed one Viking, hardly the stuff of legends but the islanders were obviously not going to be denied their hero and they hoisted me up, tossing me in the air and carrying me round on their shoulders chanting "The Norse-slayer". I looked. I asked her if she would like to lay out on the front of the boat and get an allover tan. She asked me if I do it. I said "I do it a lot." Penny said "Sure, Why not." I doused the sails. I went into the cabin to get a few towels. She asked what they were for. i told her we could lay on them. We went to the front of the boat and laid on our backs. We had been there for about 10 minutes and I saw a sailboat heading in our direction.i had and inkling who it might be. I told her a boat was heading. Most of the damage was in the kitchen area."Bill, we had to break down the front door to get in and put out the fire. We would have no way of knowing if someone was here before us. We'll have to list it as an accident. I'm sorry."Mary was crying. "When is it going to stop? Why won't he just give me my kids and leave me alone? Where am I supposed to live now? Most of my personal things are no longer any good."I hugged her. It isn't something I normally do, especially with employees, but this was. Laura knew the girl was on a plateau of arousal, and could run off strings of orgasms with a little help. She slid her hands under Brandi's incredibly hard bottom, squeezing the round ass muscles sharply as her tongue toyed with Brandi's clit. In another minute Brandi was coming again, groaning and whimpering through another shocking orgasm, her muscles flexing and straining as she pushed her throbbing cunt into Laura's mouth.Quicky, Laura shed her own skirt and panties while continuing to lick.