First of all, Tom flew us to Las Vegas and we got married (I was pretty sure that he had sown his seed inside me the night before). We had a one night...honeymoon, before we had to come home and face the music.My father was furious. He wanted to have the marriage annulled until I told him that there was a good chance I was already pregnant. My mother on the other hand, was surprisingly supportive. She and Tom had a good long talk behind closed doors and they emerged laughing. It turned out that. Pons was another weak spot among the lieutenants. Even after eight years in the Navy, he was a poor sailor, a listless superior, and a tireless complainer. He had never grown up to be an officer in Thomas’s opinion.For the moment, however, he had to make do with both men since no replacements could be obtained, and therefore he pushed and cajoled them into doing their duties.After a quiet night, Thomas appeared on deck at sunrise, already fortified by one of Bartleby’s excellent coffees.. The tip of the marker grazed my g-spot and I gasped. I reminded myself not to touch my overly sensitive g-spot until I was ready to cum, so I decided to focus on my ass. Penetrating my ass with the other marker proved to be a much harder task for me. With the dripping wet marker from my pussy, I poked and prodded my tight pink star until it was tender. I consciously worked to relax--counting, breathing--but nothing seemed to work. I was growing with frustration so from my nightstand, I grabbed. "His parents nodded, all smiles."You've got no idea how good that makes us feel."His mum swept them into a group hug. Chris hadn't had one of those since, he couldn't remember when. Hadn't ever wanted one. But it was good. Pleasant, and comforting. Just something else that Shahia wouldn't be getting.When they parted, his dad had one last thing to say. "Chris, as of now, we're ending your virtual curfew. You really, really, thoroughly deserve that."Chris looked at them in surprise. He'd.