Mom threw me the keys to the car and said “You drive Danny, I have a splitting headache.”So I hopped behind the wheel and began the nearly hour an... a half drive to Aunt Marsha’s house. Aunt Marsha was a bit eclectic, not really pretty, but she had a rack that needed turn signals. I do not know her measurements but ‘busty’ does not do her justice.As mom closed her eyes to fend off her head ache, I reminisced about the last time we visited Aunt Marsha’s house. Mom hugged her sister and then Aunt. Marty stood opposite each other and stared at the fly of his pajamas, pointing to each other to be the one to reach inside. Finally I decided to do it.I carefully undid the button and reached my hand inside. I found his thingy and pulled it out. It was soft and squishy, not hard like our friend had described. It must have been about five inches long and quite big around. After pulling out his thingy, I pulled out a fleshy looking sac that we had learned about in school. It was called a scrotum. “Sir Thomas, Hibernia is flying the Blue Ensign!”Thomas grasped the significance immediately.“Signal guns ready!” he ordered. The Blue Ensign could only mean one thing: Sir Edward Pellew had been promoted to Admiral of the Blue Squadron, and his new flag had to be saluted with 17 gunshots.“I already gave orders, Sir Thomas, as soon as I was alerted.”“Very good, Mr. Harvey. Seventeen guns, if you please!”“Aye-aye, Sir Thomas,” Harvey answered, masterfully suppressing the urge to roll his. Untie her.”“Yes, my lord,” Celebrian murmured as her two captors released her from her bonds, and she stood before Ishnaguzk with her breasts bared. She was still aroused mightily by the stench and blood around her. The orcs had begun lining up her ruined guard for their ultimate demise, pounding waist-high, blunt wooden stakes into the ground, one for each elf.“Good, then you can begin your training now. I need to piss. Kneel before me, elf-bitch and open your mouth nice and wide.” His leering.