The waves of feeling in my belly and my back. I didn't dare move. It felt too good. The warmth. The moisture. Her occasional vaginal spasms. Kissing S...s was delicious. And she began moaning, "Oh, Gary...have I needed this...for a long time...." And without warning her body began jerking and wave after wave of spasms went up and down her vagina, pressing against my penis. My cheeks were greeted with a face full of tears. She dug her fingernails into my back. And all I could do was squeeze her. " "Because of my parade of women, I guess, and the fact that I don't care enough about money, and my refusal to take responsibility." "Oh," she said, turning back to the window and bowing her head, deep in thought."Listen," he said, "what do we care? Let's just take off now, you and I." "I couldn't." "Why?" "Because of Lucille. She needs me. I don't know what she'd do without me... she's not getting any younger, you know. Why, the first night you were here, when I refused to go to your room. Besides, he could get at her ass this way... Pamela got the point almost immediately, as Alan's erection went deep into her and her clitoris settled into the furry junction with his balls rather than bashing his pubic bone. She set her hands on his thighs just above his knees for support, and began to rock. Almost immediately, the waves began to surge, amplified by Margot wailing "Lordy! Lordy! Lordy! Uuuhhh!" from downstairs.Margot was fast approaching her first climax of the session, and Vern. We don’t have a beef with them. Just this Alfred asshole.”“Why you mad at the Prince?”“He took something of ours. We’re going to take it back. We figure it’ll be a lot easier if we kill him first, though. We’re willing to let his men surrender if they want, but we’re also willing to kill anyone who gets between us and him. Like you guys. We were willing to let you surrender, and you would all be set ashore. After we sink your ships you aren’t a problem any more, so there’s no need to kill you.