At least this time he and his brother and cousins were warring for their fellow humans, rather than against.He'd had the AI look up and duplicate an I...perial German Navy sub skipper's hat from the Great War, and had it mounted in a frame which he'd had placed on the bulkhead over his desk, a sort of reminder of his ancestor. He was also voraciously reading every book ever produced about submarines at war from the point of view of both the winners and the losers.This ship was not strictly a. ‘Morning, Tiger’ she whispered in my ear as she slid her hand between my legs seeking out my flaccid cock.‘Up and at ’em!’ she declared as she dived below the sheets to tongue my sleeping prick back to life. It wasn’t long before she had me stirring and longing for more. She sucked on my balls gently and ran her tongue along the length of my ever-growing cock.‘Fuck! You know how to start the day, sweetheart. Don’t stop for fuck sake!’She had. He seemed drawn to Michelle's clothes, maybe because it was her bra that was the first item he ever wore. He would sneak into her room and gather some of her panties, slips, pantyhose, socks, dresses and shoes. Then he would put them on all the time getting a tremendous hard-on from the sensation of her sleek clothes on his body. He always masturbated while wearing them thinking about how her young, feminine body had worn them. His orgasms were very intense at those times and since. “We figured that you might not want to answer our questions without them,” Ed told him.“What questions?” the guy asked.“We are interested in finding Mark Haskins. We understand that he used to rent this place. We want to locate him,” I told him.“Good luck!” the rental agent answered. “That sorry bastard ducked out owing three months back rent. If I knew where he is, I would have already visited him with a tire iron,” the guy told us.“Do you know if he had any friends or associates,” Ed asked.