Someone had devastated East Isle, and no one could have done that except the King on Central Isle. The East Islanders were saying that it had been a f...eet from Hunter Island, but everyone knew that they didn’t have a fleet. Besides, no one from the mainland knew where the Pirate Isles were. It had to be the King.It was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud. Some of us couldn’t help it. Of course the captain and his officers took offense, but by now they knew why we were laughing. Hunter. Only my white cotton panties remained. Kissing up my calf to my inner thigh, he grinned at the sight of my plump pussy under the soft fabric. As he neared my tender pussy, I let out a sigh of anticipation. He grabbed the elastic with his teeth and pulled it from my stomach, he let go and then began to slowly kiss towards the sweetness that waited for him. Reaching under me, he pulled my panties off and kissed my inner thighs again, making me twitch from his lips. He gently kissed towards my. I was tempted to push his hand away, but he started kissing me again and I stopped fighting against his advances as my gash gushed juices into my panties. As Hugh continued snogging me, he pulled me onto my side facing him, and then fumbled with my bra clasp managing to at least get it undone, and then he slid his hand down my back and into the top of my undone jeans. His fingers explored the deep cleft of my ass, and I responded instinctively by moving my hips against him, and he responded by. Sperm falls, wriggling, like rain,To form oases in my brain, and I drink deeply, uncertainJust when the sky may ejaculate again, though clouds seed themselves,Seemingly magically, raining semen down on me in torrents,Without thunder or lightning, just the heat and light bornOf your masculine, virile, potent balls and brain.Men are strong; men are bold; men have cocks I can holdIn my mouth, my hand, my ass, and my brain;Some ladies (and ladyboys, too) fear them, for their armsAre huge; a man can.