Of course the crew was anxious to go ashore, but the packrat bided his time. From long experience I knew that the closer to sailing at high tide the b...tter the hunting offshore.Every night the lucky crewmen that went ashore would stagger back up the gangplank with long faces and their money all a spent, would of necessity forfeit shore leave till next payday. I would watch them recovering from their debaucheries ashore, and bide my time. Their tales of daring do would enthrall us for many a. I sat beside him and started talking. I kept my hand on his thigh and started moving up towards the bulge. His breathing increased as my hand moved. The moment I touched his dick over his shorts, a moan escaped from his mouth and I missed a heartbeat.Yes, I touched the lund of my brother. I took my hand off and looked into his eyes. There was lust. I again put my hand on his lund and asked, “Iqbal, bhaiyya yeh kya hai itna sakht sa?” He replied, “Aapko pata nahin hai, yeh kya hai, lund hai. “You can take them off,” Nicole instructed.I peeled Nicole’s panties down her bronze and well-toned legs. She repositioned herself on the couch, spreading her legs wider and giving me a perfect view of her golden honey pot. I worked my fingers to the bottom edge of her buttocks and slid them ever so close to her pussy. I could tell she was getting pretty turned on.She hummed her approval as I massaged her inner thighs.“You have a great ass,” I commented, moving my fingers ever so close to her. ’ James’ tone and look on his face told them killing was only part of what he had in mind. As they pondered the deeds to be done, the agonizing screams and cries of Kirklan, kept ringing out from the hut, as stitch after stitch was made to close the gash. By the time MacRae boarded his birlinn, Kirklan had passed out from the pain, while the last of his forty six stitches were applied and bandaged. MacRae sailed northwest across the Sound of Mull and rounded Eilean Musdile, the southern most.