Six cannons lurched in their cradles and rolled back into their ship. I heard a screaming, as cannon balls went flying behind my boat, and the water e...ploded upwards."What the fuck is going on? Get my rifle," I shouted.Katia grabbed Ela, and dragged her below decks. I zigzagged the boat, trying to throw off the enemy fire that was coming towards us. Katia came back up, and handed me my rifle.Pointing the BAR at the ship, I let Katia take the wheel as I ran to the stern of the boat and opened. But at least this time, my cock was being stroked.“That’s when we hatched the plan,” said Melissa.“Took us three months of pretend exercise classes though,” Emily laughed out loud at the thought.“Your wife’s a fucking nymphomaniac when she’s in bed with me. It’s no wonder she was always knackered when she got home to you,” Melissa informed me.It all started to make sense. The late exercise classes, the tiredness, the low libido because of her complete satisfaction on Thursdays. The moving in. Finally, I put on a pair of black tight stretch shorts and a light white blouse with elastic in the sleeves and stomach. It left a few inches of my mid-drift showing. As I was looking at myself in the mirror, I noticed a small, but noticeable, bump in my short pants. I reached into my panties, pushing and tucking to no avail. I could not completely eliminate the small bump. This was unacceptable.I went downstairs to the office and started browsing the internet, where I found a site for. "I'm glad I was able to find you. I thought that.. maybe.." She blinked. "For God's sake. You haven't even known me for a day and you're already freaking out over me?"I grinned sheepishly. "I said the same thing to myself. But hey, it's not hard to freak out over you, Kitty."Kitty raised her brow and laughed, for the first time I'd heard her."Are you flirting with me, Pup?"I wasn't sure how to answer. I easily knew that Kitty would be the kind of person to skin me if I said the wrong answer..