On deck there seemed to be a commotion. A drunken sailor had returned from town and broken into the ships larder and drunk at least another two quarts...of red wine. Beyond drunk, the miserable sit had disobeyed the deck officer’s orders to clean himself up and the man went so far as to deliberately puke on the deck officer’s shoes. There are no surprises to discipline on a ship, not even a pirate ship for there is no room for emotion on the part of her Captain or her officers. Every sailor knows. Everyone is excited to be finally finishing our trip.We have finally arrived at the Willamette Valley! We pulled ashore at the first wide opening allowing us a clear view of the valley. There is a sandy island where the river splits into two channels where we have stopped and we have decided to wait here for the cattle herd. Some of the men have checked out the soil and pronounced it as excellent for farming. We have begun to take the contents from the rafts and place them on the shore. We will. " Okay ... I hope you like it."She pounced on it, her face inches from it, and landed a soft kiss on its head, then a tentative lick and then the head of my dick disappeared into a little bit of nirvana. I heard and felt her "Mmmmmmm." It went instantly hard.Giggle. "I FELT it grow in my mouth!" Another suck. "So, like, tongue?" Yes. Tongue."She experimented, laving her tongue around the head. Giggling. "I found such a neat toy! Lemme guess. This ridge thingie feels good when I mess with it.". Her smile disappeared and she tensed a bit but she didn’t reject him either. “I thought that was probably the case. They wanted to go out and insisted that you go along, am I right?” He subconsciously let his hand start making circular motions on her shoulder as they talked. There was the smile again. “That’s right. I’ll bet the same thing has happened to you,” Caroline confirmed. “All the time. Let me guess, did they promise that you would meet someone?” David asked as his face drew close to.