The midsection of the man dissipated like he was made of light dust. Only his cock remained, and it continued to spew ancient semen with a hundred tim...s the normal sperm count down her gullet. If only the jizz was as easy to disperse, she wouldn’t be constantly digesting a bloated stomachful.But at least, until the white dust reformed into a prehistoric, hip-thrusting Neanderthal, she had her answer: the room was bright. It was morning. And she needed to get baking. You don’t sell a house built. There was no facial recognition on the videos.”Dave, Alice, and Cricket were almost silent as they thought of the implications of the attempt to get into Owen’s house. Dave wondered whether they were trying to get to Owen or get some possession he had. Owen had lived a pretty spartan life, so didn’t have gold ingots or their equivalent lying around waiting for a snatch and run. At best, he had some expensive art on the walls, but most of that was quite large and would be awkward to run away. NO!" she wailed.But it was the feel of Danny's hand affectionately stroking him that caused Sharon's image to suddenly blur, evaporating away like sunshine cutting the morning mist. Sweetness greeted him, arousal began to stir him as he hardened for her, accepting...wanting."Yes Danny...yes!" he moaned. Her lips encompassed him now, the gentle teasing play of her tongue upon his rigid hardness, rough, yet gentle as she caressed him with it. He reached for her, momentarily afraid that she too. Before we realised anything untoward was happening a burst of automatic gunfire put a row of holes through the mainsail. The motorboat cut its engine and two black men with guns stood up and pointed them at us."Fucking Pirates!" Rikard swore. They boarded our boat and herded us all into the bow where one kept a gun trained on us while two more ransacked the cabin, a fourth stayed in their boat. Anything they thought valuable or portable was put into sacks and tossed into the motorboat. It.