Nate Malone never was a handsome man and now he was less appealing because he was missing most of the fingers of his left hand and had a vicious scar ...n his cheek where he was laid open by a chain whipped free by a passing cannon ball that landed in the ship's galley and not the powder magazine. It was a stroke of good fortune because it would have sent them all straight down to Davy Jones' locker in a flash of glory.It was indeed fortunate that old Nate had a deep, rich voice that could be. " I'd always had a destination, a purpose. I wasn't sure I had Tolkien's words right, but the spirit was there, I thought. I found a Travelodge, anonymous, convenient, economical. I found an indifferent restaurant, ate a passable but infinitely forgettable meal, thinking of Bella's soup, trying to remember what she looked like, my memory oddly blurred, images sliding away. Why was I bothered? Wondering at Zeke's words. Why would she need me?Back in my room firing up the laptop, checking my. " Sloane leaned in and began to whisper something into my ear. "I am soaking wet. I've never been this turned on. We need to go back home immediately. I need your cock inside of me before I go crazy." "I'll drive." I was so happy we were close to Sloane's place. My left hand was on the steering wheel, while my right hand rubbed Sloane's clit. She orgasmed five minutes before we got home, but she wasn't satisfied with just cumming once. When we pulled into the driveway Sloane frantically tried. They proceeded down the aisle and stopped at every seat to let the astonished occupant have a good look at what they were doing. Josh sat back and sent a weak push to the bus to increased everyone libido a bit to raise the overall sexual tension that was flowing through the bus. When each row of occupant had good chance to view the sexual escapes Mary and her two friends returned to Josh. Mary now had a rather intense look upon her face and it was apparent from the girls wet fingers that Mary’s.