The same was done for the three dead men-at-arms.We now had nine wagons with draft horses and drivers, three spare riding horses, and a rather useless...carriage carrying a fantastic amount of money with its driver and draft horse. We had accomplished what we had in mind out here, so we collected ourselves and headed back to town. On the way, Hippolyte refused to acknowledge the existence of the women.When we got back to town, we headed directly to our warehouse. There, Hippolyte read the women. Sara had a rag in her hand and was working on a couple of wet spots on the carpet."Don't like thunder, huh?"Jill looked up at me."Don't be mean. They're just babies." All right, all right. I wasn't trying to be mean, just making an observation. Mom needs some help in the kitchen. Bring them in and they can lie next to Queenie. Sara, I need to get some clothes out of the room."God, I was going to be glad when the room over the garage was built and I had access to all my stuff without having to. "I think she will be best left here until we are at least clear of the Gulf. I'm sure that she is not too uncomfortable." Well, I will take your advice on that."A muffled grunt and a renewed flurry of struggles indicated that she had both heard our remarks and disagreed with our conclusions. We left her to her struggles.The captain invited me to the bridge from where I could watch our progress. The crew performed their duties as a tightly knit, highly efficient team. It was not hard to imagine. I put my hand over it to cover the growth, but instinctively strated to stroke it gently through the fabric instead. The hammock is fairly shielded from view, I thought, and I have time to get shower and get ready before my wife gets home and the guests arrive.I pulled down my shorts and boxers and threw them on the ground, my dick already firm and erect, jerking as more blood flooded to it. The feeling of being naked out in the open, and the naughty fantasises I had about those two, young.