"Just sign up here and we'll get you ready to go" the young man said. He was dressed in a hoodie and athletic pants."What kind of race is this exactly..." Karen asked as she signed her papers."I promise you, it's unlike anything you've ever experienced" the man responded. "It's so out there that we can't even let you see the course until the race starts." "Seriously?" she asked, as he handed her a blindfold. "I don't know about this," she continued, reconsidering, but then she noticed the girl on. Stopping at your g-spot for a moment but pushing deeeper inside, probing, pushing exploring your pussy the way you enjoy. As my fingers return you your g-spot to rub in slow circles I dip my tongue in to you ass. Pushing my tongue inside, in and out. I hear your moans and I know where I am going to finish. But first I need to make you explode. I continue to move my fingers inside you, adding a third finger to fill you up but still be able to hit your g-spot. I think about the fourth but. “Gentlemen, this squadron, as you know, will be detached to the East, with the express purpose of disrupting the shipping through the Genoese and Tuscany seaports, but also to disrupt the trade between Corsica and the French or Italian mainlands.“According to our reports, the French keep three or four frigates at Genoa and Porto Vecchio. There are also two old line-of-battle ships in Genoa, small sixty-fours from the old Genoese navy. Our sources doubt that they are ready for sea or that they. On hot summer afternoons, our father sometimes let my older brothers and me leave our chores at the mill for an hour or so and run down to the river to cool off and have a bit of fun. He was kind to us, father, as he aged. I think he knew that, when he soon died and left us parentless and poor, life would be hard on all of us. He made sure we had some little time for fun while we could. Jon, the oldest of us, was always serious, taking care we didn’t stray from our chores for too long or get in.