You count at least 12 gun ports down the side. The main mast is at least 40 feet from the deck with twin 20 foot masts in front and behind. The bow of...the ship has a huge carving on it. It takes you a few moments to wrap your mind around what it is.It is you. You are bound to the bow with your hands tied above your head. Your large breasts are bare and out for everyone to admire. Your hair is blown back in the wind to show how quick the ship is. And your eyes are locked on a distant horizon.You. Believe me, If they had not been holding my legs in place I would have fallen from the sofa to writhe helplessly on the floor. As it was, they held me in place, touching, stroking, thrusting, never stopping, and of course I came for them massively, arching my back before collapsing back into the cushions. Oh God, a climax already and they still had not taken a single article of clothing off.While I was recovering, the two men had been putting cushions and pillows on the floor, ready for when. ”Alarm bells now went off in my head. Sure, if I had met Reed as a complete stranger, I would have happily let him fuck the hell out of me. The thought, however, that he was my dad, put an entirely different complexion on matters. I reassuringly told myself that I simply had an overactive imagination.Reed’s trailer was not only small but looked like a pigsty. Full ashtrays, beer bottles, and dirty clothes were scattered all about, and a mountain of dirty dishes was also in evidence.With an. This time I could feel the bulge in her panties. I moved my hand down her back and grabbed her ass. Karla moaned and said, "I've been looking forward to this, baby!" I replied with a simple, "Me too." Our tongues twirled and danced as her hand moved to my ass. She broke the kiss, moved back a step and pulled down her panties. My eyes darted directly to her semi-hard cock.There was no doubt what she wanted and I was all too eager to get down to business. I got on my knees and looked up at.