The boat was not worth a prize crew. Anson had sent the Dutch crew ashore in their dinghy and set fire to the vessel after transferring her cargo of a...es to the brigantine.For safety reasons, they had anchored south of the Bree Sand shallows during the night before following the Vlieter channel between Bree Sand and Vogel Sand. Here, just east of the Island Texel, they had come upon another small merchantman, a schooner brig with a cargo of naval stores, much prized in a Britain cut off from. She ripped her white wife-beater off and left it in the cab of the truck, jumping out of the open door and into Bryan's arms. She instructed him to the bed of the truck, and he sat her down. The tailgate was missing, so he placed her on her ass without having to let go. Bryan stared in Leah's eyes with awe and amazement. Bryan may have had experiences with other country girls, but none like Leah. That much was clear. Under the pale country moonlight, they could hear the chirps from the crickets. I threw some trash into my garbage can and stumbled towards the door. I took a deep breath, then opened it up. It should be said that I’m a pretty short guy. I’m about 5’4′, and weigh not much over 120 pounds. Okay, I’m tiny. This could have been a contributing factor to why I was so unpopular with the ladies. When I opened the door, I was now about eye level with Brittany’s neck. She was wearing high heels, with a bottle of wine in her hand. Her dress was a simple white and black blouse that. Hair the color of the sun the morning before a storm, skin like milk and tits that looked like they could feed an army of starving c***dren. Best of all, she was sitting in a just-above-her-knees floral print dress that could be mistaken for modest but showed off her plentiful assets, smiling unabashedly as she read. This, gentlemen (and I use the term ironically), is a dream girl.I rode my 250cc motorcycle up to beside the bench where the ass I was begging to be as firm as her tits looked soft.