Lizzie was a whiz atdoing hair. She worked a little with some scissors giving me some bangswhich she said I could comb back. With her curling iron and...some hairspray she molded the sides of my hair into a turned under look. Thefinal thing she did was to place a pink hair bow clip on the right sideof my new hairdo. "There, now look at yourself sister dear!"I did look and was amazed just how a few girls nightclothes andupdated hairdo made me look not like a boy in girls clothes, but, asomewhat. When we finally quit in the dawn, she cuddled warmly at my side, her groin a softened swamp, and whispered, "I've had a thousand men since I been on this side a'the ocean," she squeezed my satisfied prod, "but I never had nothing like that." Think we're even," I said, petting her raised hip and wondering if we might manage to do it just once more. She was drum tight for all her claimed experience and eager to please herself as well as my awful spear.We ate and then I sold the horse and wagon to. Nothing...just groaned and kept sucking. No johnies either....they all fucked her bareback. What a slut! When they invited me, to fuck her mouth, I was petrified to get my hard cock out in front of the lads...stupid really. Didn't give a fuck for some reason about her...it was getting it out in front of them that seemed weird. Never mind, fifteen minutes later I was balls deep in the sluts well fucked flange, and that was me virginity seen too. Didn't last long mind ya, but she was the school. Black Weasel was attacked by the crew of a privateer who had thrown away his letter of marq and decided to go into business for himself. Gérard was only a so-so sword and knife fighter but he was an expert wrestler and in the end more than one of the invaders found himself flipped into the sea before he’d had a chance to swing his weapon. Beyond a scratch or two Gérard had emerged unscathed. Two crewmembers were not so lucky. One had been killed immediately, and the second died of his wounds.