On our second day of hunting, the lookout spotted a cruise ship that appeared dead in the water. Now, that was remarkable enough to warrant investigat...on even if we were not hunting pirates.We came in toward the bow, and we were almost up to the ship when we saw a boat about the size of the Angel’s Flight tied to her stern. Okay, this looked like our first pirate encounter.Capt. Scruggs’ first thought was to keep the pirate from escaping, and the best way to do that was to capture their boat.. I gets too messy and there really is no cleaning me up, because the more you lick me, the wetter I get lol As much as dudes claim they wanna drown in my juices, they're all talk smh & If it isn't my juices stopping them from diving in face first, its my clit or elongated labia....My pussy isn't for everyone, I know, but damn wtf do I have to do to get some good head ??After experiencing what seemed like forever, of frustration, I finally hit the "ORAL JACKPOT" :DI met a chef named Matt who not. I watched and heard Alan. ‘I need the bathroom’ he said to you. He got to his feet, shakily. You looked in my direction. I didn’t acknowledge your look, merely closed my eyes again. I didn’t want you to feel any pressure of me looking, any guilt of what you were going to do. This was for us; I kept telling myself as I watched you unzipping the dress even more. Yes, this was it; you are going to do it. My cock hardened. Alan returned. You smiled as you watched him sit down. His eyes immediately. “No. Have you ever seen Monica Davenport?”“Sure. Lots of times.”“And you know she’s got - those?” Wally curled his hands up in front of his chest.“Hands?”“Forget it, Beaver,” Wally sighed. “Maybe you’re just a queer.”“Am not,” Beaver said, angrily. “And I don’t even know what that is.”“Like Lumpy,” Wally said, simply.Before Beaver could ask about that, he heard his mother’s voice calling up from downstairs letting the boys know that breakfast was ready.Wally sat at the kitchen table behind his.