The hope in his voice was so stark and so transparent, that the thrill of power to make him that way shot through her. It was a new kind of power, a p...wer that had nothing to do with guns, or fear or force. Rather, it was the power of being wanted."I can't believe I'm gonna say this," said Boots softly, "but I actually feel like kissin' a cowboy."Millie pulled Bob to her house, quite simply because she anticipated feeling something wonderful ... and her bed was where she had discovered how good. Three pirates who really should have been keeping watch, instead were lying in hammocks with several empty wine bottles in a pile below them."Crew's quarters," their guide told them setting down the rum then sweeping his hand across the scene. It was dim and smelled of tar, sweat, spices and coffee. The deck was also cluttered with several big canvas sacks piled atop one another and against the bulkheads."Coffee beans?" Carmen asked."Aye, looted from a carrack sailing for the West Indies, Cap'n. I called out for my aunt but no one replied. I went into the kitchen, I found no one in the house. I walked towards her room and I heard the water running in the washroom and I thought I’ll close it and walked towards the washroom and I found the door was open a bit. I just peeped in and I was shocked to see my aunt in her nighty pulled up until her waist trying to shave her legs with a razor. She was very fair and those beautiful curvy legs got my dick hard. Her legs were soo beautiful and. That woke me up real fast to the probability of the road also being infested with road agents about as thick as fleas on a hound dog. I did not see any sign of road agents on my first day; I think that was because I was too close to Dallas and the traffic was too heavy. A road agent does not want to be interrupted while he transacts his business.My second day was a different story. I was about 35 miles from Dallas, and the traffic had thinned out quite a bit. That's why I was not surprised to.