A slight smile only hinted at the depth of the pleasure she felt from her head to her toes.Michael stared at her beautiful face, glowing in the soft m...onlight. He kissed her gently. Their bodies were covered in perspiration. The room reeked of sex.She kissed him back before opening her eyes and staring back at him. Neither spoke for a long time."What have we done?" he finally asked.She closed her eyes. A sad look flashed across her face. Then she smiled. "After tonight, we can never be friends. They can't take a chance on someone finding drugs on them. Charters don't have baggage inspections."John said, "Our favorite Marshal says you are a real talent with music. How come that doesn't show up anywhere?"That was easily answered so I told him, "I'm sure my Secret Service report shows my involvement in bands and music throughout junior high and high school. I had to leave it when my folks died and I didn't have a place to play any longer. That's why I joined the Marines. I needed a. She could tell that this excited him and as soon as he was hard again she said,“My ass needs your cock.”He grinned and positioned himself behind her while she pulled one of her cheeks aside. He fed his shaft into her with his entire hand while she thrust back against him. Belinda had trained her ass long ago for just this and as soon as he started thrusting into her she pushed back with equal force, eventually taking his entire length. She felt his cock invading her deepest recesses; filling. Black what the other islands would do. He said that they would all get ready for war but at the same time they would all try to stay out of it. The King on Central Isle -the captured trader’s captain said ‘of Central Isle’ and he said ‘on Central Isle’- was a weasel who could not be trusted by anyone; his closest allies and friends were the most likely to be cheated, robbed, or murdered.I had to ask “Do you actually have weasels on the Pirate Isles?”“No. It’s just a saying. I have no idea what.