Thomas was hesitant to fire a broadside and risk sinking the frail vessel.“They’re asking for it, Mr. Muir. Nine-pounders #1 to #3, fire at her ri...ging.”As Dido raced along, her foremost gun ports opened and the nine-pounders were run out. The British long nine-pounder was by far the best gun in the service for accuracy, and Dido‘s gunners knew their business. The three guns were fired, and at least two shots were hits. The first holed the fore topsail, but the second hit the main top. Within. He pushed me down to my knees in front of him. His cock had grown as he was grinding it against the front of my hips, and the silly European-style briefs he was wearing couldn’t begin to contain it. I could see the mushroom-shaped tip, and about 3 inches of his shaft sticking out past the top of his underwear. With his free hand he pulled my nightshirt off over my head and tossed it aside, then pushed the top of his briefs down so that his semi-hard cock popped out, slapping my face as it. 10:35 Wednesday, May 22nd, 1991Near 31°27'01.5" N, 109°22'26.5" WDisgusted, Sandy stood arms akimbo, hands on hips, looking down a small rise at a number of senior NCOs behaving like kids playing cowboy. The idea wasn't hers. More precisely, the XO suggested that letting a group of the more senior NCOs around the project out in the desert to look at a 'typical' installation in situ was a good idea.She turned to find SFC Florea, back at one of the deuce-and-a-halfs. Three pairs of sergeants had. Above that fire place was a picture of a beautiful red haired woman that she presumed was his mother judging by the bright red hair and the same green eyes.“I see you are impressed with your surroundings sweet heart.” She heard him say.At that comment she just rolled her eyes and said “it’s alright, though it’s bigger than mine, it’s not homey and cozy like mine, which is where I want to be right now.” She said with a huff.“Well to fucking bad succubus you are not going anywhere any time soon.