" He pointed to the two story house theywere approaching. "This is my house."Mary Sue looked at the house appreciatively. It was a brick hulk of as...ructure. The windows that faced the porch were of a normal size thatwould be expected on a house, but the rest of the windows she could seewere not much more than slots."It looks different in the daylight."Pat stood back to look at his home. "It's one of the older buildings intown. It was actually used as a redoubt when there were problems. She was not interested in having my cock in it, but in it would go. After licking her pussy to several shuddering orgasms, and fucking it till it was sloppy and gaping open. I rolled her onto her belly and lubed up my cock. She immediately knew what I wanted and said "No! Please not my ass. Anything but that, please." I took that into consideration as I rested the head of my cock on her asshole. I spread her asscheeks with my hands and lodged my cockhead in her butt. She went ridgid, arching. “Exactly. I do know what that’s like. What it’s like to take care of the pigs, for example - I learned what it’s like to do that work when you are the youngest of the pack.”“Do you think it would be any different at sea? Most of the people here have started from the bottom and I guarantee that even this trip would be quite different if the weather was bad.”Now, I shook my head.“I have no illusions that the work would be easier here on the ship - but for sure, it would be different. My problem. ‘I’ll go get the kit,’ Peyton whispered. Caleb turned slowly with a sharp nod, exposing his scarred chest to her again. She didn’t meet his eyes just yet, her fingers touching the one scar she missed: a scar starting from the center of his chest and ended at the hollow his throat. Caleb caught her hand when she reached the bumpy start at his chest. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,’ Peyton said quietly as she met his eyes, misreading his tension for discomfort. ‘You probably.