.." Oh bullshit, John..." I couldn't contain myself any longer.Nan sent me a warning glance, I subsided."I never... I didn't sleep with him!" Nan prot...sted."Don't lie... God hears everything you say."I was getting angry by this stage, my caution was ebbing away."She's telling the truth, arsehole," I said, "and what fucking business is it of yours anyway? She's over 16 for Christ's sake."Admittedly I could have put that rather more delicately, oh well... "YOU TAKE YOUR FILTHY MOUTH OUT OF HERE,". "Fuck! I'm going to cum!" I called, feeling the heat rising in my balls. Within moments, I shot a hot blast of cum into Kerry's greedy mouth and each shot streamed down her throat. As I continued to cum, I didn't think there would be enough room for her stretched mouth to take it all, but somehow, she got down my entire load before cleaning my entire crotch off with her tongue."I think we need to have a further discussion about your job in the bedroom," she purred before rising from her knees. “I’ve looked up the charts. Coruña and Gijón are likely embarkation points, even Ferrol, and I don’t like any of them.”That started a technical discussion about the impending tasks. Too soon, Tony had to ask his leave to return to the quarterdeck, but the points raised during the breakfast gave him enough food for thought.The weather along the Portuguese coast was as unfriendly as one could expect in mid-December. The big ships were wallowing heavily in the waves, and the situation in the. Basic acoustical majik." The concert went on without a hitch. I made sure there were plenty of 9 volt batteries on hand as early wireless tech was power hungry. About 500 people showed up. They clapped, prayed, cried for forgiveness for their many and numerous sins. Pam Mark had a beautiful voice. She had no band, used no "Tracks" (i.e., “Tracks” are a musical accompaniment on tape with the singer supplying the voice). The music was just her, the Church piano and her six and twelve.