She laughed a little, as she considered her answer.She'd learned from Dillon the various ratings and ranks over the week. Kostowe was, she'd known, a ...aster Chief Boatswain's Mate, and now she knew the abbreviated rank was 'BMCM'. At first, there'd seemed to be an overwhelming number of ratings, but she'd been able to memorize most. Lenore herself was a 'BM2', she'd learned, and both Dillon and Kostowe had told her that the Navy didn't particularly care about her name, but the rating and rank. That's MINE.I climbed on. Holy hell it felt good. I wonder now if it would have fit okay had I not been so lubed up. I felt him everywhere. Not just on my G-spot. Not just around my pussy lips. Not just against the back wall on my cervix. All of those and more. Everywhere. That unfinished orgasm immediately started building again. I shifted slightly and felt like that was all I needed to do to. I could explode just from being impaled like this.Fuck no, I'm not passing up this opportunity!I. I can see the little drips on the end of his big bell end and as he whispers that he’s never seen a prettier little pussy and that I'm such a good little girl for showing it to him, he leans forward and rubs his wet tip over my smooth pussy lips. The heat, wetness and electric shock type feeling that shoots through us both makes us gasp. I bite my lip to stop from crying out. Uncle Tony looks to the door but doesn't even attempt to move from between my legs. He reaches down and parts my pussy. At the same time, I was afraid to sleep because I felt like something might get me while I was asleep and also because I was afraid of what I would dream about. My eyelids stung, and sometimes I couldn’t tell if my eyes were open or not in the pitch blackness of the basement. Much later, Daddy came back downstairs. I had been so scared down there that I guess I was sort of happy to see him. It was hard for me to understand, and harder still to explain, but I almost didn’t care about.