.. whatever it is pirates do to keep a ship sailing. I didn’t care. I spun around, my white robes swirling about my legs. I breathed in the salt spr...y of the ship. Seagulls cawed in the air, almost hovering in place beside the ship’s sails, flying on the same wind propelling the corsair through the gray-blue waters of the Nimborgoth.Our quest was almost done. We sailed southeast for the River Kemoh crossing the Vyman Plains into the Haunted Forest. We just had to get through the dark woods,. Herraven hair dripping, her t-shirt soaked through, sheapproached Thunder’s stall. The storm had kept the great beast awake. He dipped andshook his head in greeting as she entered. Colette shiveredfrom the chill brought on by her wetness, but strippedoff her shirt and hung it across the stall door. Hersmall firm breasts barely moved as she did so, the pinknipples wet and hard as stone.The high-schooler approached the stallion, and placedher arms around his neck, molding her body against. Dim and full of herself, a terrible combination."We walked out of the French window onto the patio outside, considering it was Boxing Day (we'd been up for so long) it was still quite warm outside. The patio was full of people smoking, so we walked out onto the lawn.The lights on the outside of the house lit the lawns up like a football field, so we wandered around safely without fear of tripping over the many sculptures that dotted the lawns.I heard running water and as we turned a corner I. As you might figure this was not what I had in mind. At first I thought this was just some bad joke, but upon opening the crate I learned otherwise. The crate had two doors and four latches. Each latch had it's own lock and I had unlocked all of them.Inside was one of the most beautiful and desirable women I had ever seen. She was laid out in a frame that kept her from moving around much and had bindings to keep her from being jostled to much and getting hurt. She had on a gas mask that was.