“They have good taste, indeed.”“Aunt Jane, why haven’t you released me yet?”“All in good time, sweet girl. All in good time.”“Are you ...lanning on keeping me?” asked an astonished Faith.“I have faith,” smiled Jane. “And I intend to keep her for a bit. We’ll play this game a little longer.”“Aunt Jane! How could you?”Jane was facing a dilemma. Her daughters had created a mess and, if she released Faith, Faith was bound to say something. In the best case, her relationship with her sister, Faith’s. “Hold that thought until tomorrow. Do you want me to come home with John’s fresh cum in my pussy for you to lick out?”“Yes, I do.”“I feel like such a slut and I love it!”“Will it feel awkward possibly staying the night with John?”“Yes, it will. Luckily he and Lisa had a good talk with their kids to explain their new situation. It will feel weird to wake up next to him instead of you.”“At least I know you’ll be safe instead of running the roads looking for men.”“I learnt my lesson and would. Hey! I'm trying to be serious here.)So, anyway, how come nobody writes about ordinary folks?Mark and I for example. Sure, we did like to make love a lot at first. Did it almost anywhere we could find a chance of five minutes of more or less privacy. Got 'caught' a few times too. Always after he had already orgasmed though. Mark is a great pressure performer.(Get your hand away... Mmmmmm... Yes, I know. Go get a towel if it worries you.)He's also pretty good at realizing when to cover my mouth. The man sitting in the stern sheets was wearing a midshipman’s lapel on his coat.“I wonder what happened to Mr. Proctor, Sir,” Bell mused beside Thomas.“I suppose we shall find out soon,” Thomas replied.A few minutes later, the jolly boat hooked to the lee chains and a midshipman of perhaps 25 years entered through the port. He was met by master’s mate Evans and then sent aft to where Thomas and Bell were waiting.“Midshipman Ernest Brown, Sir, reporting to convoy leader!”“Very well, Mr. Brown..