She shrugged like it was perfectly normal to be naked while everyone else was fully clothed.My sister Erica has creamy-white skin, soft brown doe-eyes... long, luxurious brown hair that fell down her back and a shapely build. Her tits swung pendulously on her chest very naturally. They were fully mature and impressive for a Senior in High School.There was, at first, a stunned silence. In dramatic plays, there is often an overture where the audience hears a little music as a signal to quiet down. Sorely made his way at an angle to the frigate, closing quickly to firing range and out of range of the small cannon. When he knew it was time, he had the archers stand quickly and fire at the sails, the streaking shafts showing a true trajectory. The archers quickly ducked back under cover and re-armed, just as the musketeers raised up and shot at them. The heavy targes blocked the shots, but some splintered and broke from the hits, exposing the men behind them. Before the next volley could. She slowly turned, drifting around until she could see. Kyla gaped in awe. It was roughly oval shaped and massive, larger than most towns. Burnished metal floors and girders were floating unattached to each other, but wreathed in purple lightning. It looked like a random collection of geometric shapes of metal held together by nothing but bolts of violet energy. Kyla blinked, trying to focus her eyes through the haze of blood-loss. Shapes moved around inside the massive thing, vaguely humanoid. Dad…coming home from a trip unexpectedly. Wanting to surprise mom perhaps, and then being surprised. Walking quietly up the stairs to their bedroom, expecting to find mom in bed perhaps, sleeping. Only she wasn’t. She was in the bathroom, the door open, though the sound of the tub running masked any sound he might have made. I watched as though looking over his shoulder as he stepped just inside the door of the bathroom, seeing mom, and then backing out quickly. It was even odd for me, seeing.