The tree watched them with zealous wonder, observing the contorted looks on their faces, the moans of the girl, the way he was grabbing at her. They w...re very odd indeed, he thought. But that was exactly why he loved them. He didn’t see his friends for a while after that day, he waited a long two weeks to see them again. When he saw them coming, he was overjoyed. Overjoyed, that is, until he saw their faces. They didn’t look like their normal happy selves. And they were carrying heavy looking. Perfect for covering over my more subtle parts of the plan.My next group of major players were the Vegas loyal opposition. The other mobs that Wes was feuding with to gain a bigger slice of the underworld pie. None of them trusted Wes or his word about agreeing to a truce and with the help of a few phone calls and some disinformation into the right ears, the word started to get passed down the line that this was just another ploy by Wes to plan a sneak attack upon the mob leadership.To cement. A thin trickle of blood ran down her cheek from a cut above her hairline. She looked dazed."Can you walk?" I asked urgently, "we need to get out of here, I think the ship is taken."She just nodded, quite unable to take it in. I grabbed her hand and started toward the remains of the cabin door. Before I had taken two steps a figure loomed in the gap, another pirate. Fat and clean shaven this time, he looked at the two of us, and quickly to the two dead men on the cabin floor. A puzzled look. Through his binoculars, Jack could see the outline of her perky tits and her protruding nipples. The hand holding the binoculars shook so much he almost dropped them. His other hand slowly began to move on his very rigid cock. While the girl resumed mowing the lawn, Jack fantasized about burying his face in her tits. It was a hot day and Kara was covered in perspiration, but she was also sexually excited by what she was doing - the moisture between her legs wasn't all sweat. Kara got an.