’ That evening there was a knock on the door, as Etta answered it a man entered the room, ‘The Captain begs you pardon, which of you be Mrs. Willi...ms?’ Elizabeth took a step forward, ‘I am Mrs. Williams.’ ‘Come with me, the Captain wishes a word with you.’ Etta rushed to her side, ‘It’s alright, I shall return soon.’ She was escorted to the Captain’s cabin, the man opened the door and she walked inside. The cabin was dimly lit, she could hardly see across the room. But she could tell that they. I was lying in bed and I couldn’t move, but I wasn’t tied up. My senses were off, I couldn’t smell anything and when I tried to see there was just darkness. The only thing that seemed to be working was my sense of hearing. I wanted to laugh but it seemed I couldn’t. I had once been told that your sense of hearing is the last thing that abandons you before you die and I had thought it was complete bullshit, but perhaps there was some truth to it. Then I realized that destiny, divinity or just. After a while Sharon turns to Jen and asks “When I am away, would you mind keeping an eye on Ricky for me. I know he won’t cook for himself, and I don’t want him easting fish and chips all week”. Jen smiled “No problem, I’ll look after him”. Little did Sharon know just how Jen would look after me! “It’ll be nice to have a man to look after, I miss being needed”. “Do you think you’ll ever have another man in your life?” Sharon asked. “I hope so, I have met a nice guy who has made me realise. " Pull your ass wide apart, mom," Mark ordered his mother. Jennifer did so, and her crack stretched out widely as did her anus which slightly opened up to expose the pink caverns inside. Mark pointed his tongue and drilled it into his mother's ass tunnel as deep as it would go, which was not very deep at this point, but deep enough to make Jennifer thrash on the bed as she felt her son's tongue invade her bowels. Accompanied with the squishing sounds of a spit-lubricated tongue forcing itself.