For the most part most of the wardroom stood aside, acting with benign neglect except for the Damage Control Assistant, a little ass kisser from the g...tgo. He started his own personal crusade to get rid of the duckling. It was at this point that What Duck? received his name. To every inquiry by an officer, any officer, about the duckling the reply was always, ‘What Duck?’ It has been said that just prior to the Civil War, the Officer’s Manuals at the US Naval Academy used to describe the. .. uh ... right.” Bobby’s mind drew a blank. Who was the last girl he’d taken out for appearances sake? He could see her face in his mind, but what was her name?“So? What’s her name?”The name of his lab partner in biology popped into his mind. He’d never really lusted after her, but she was a nice girl.“Jessie!” he gasped. “It’s Jessie.”“Right,” said Monica, whose Spidey senses were tingling again. She sensed a lie, but it didn’t make sense. Unless there weren’t really two sisters, and he. It hurt, by god it hurt her, but was not sure which hurt the most. Lucy had no idea her openings could stretch for far but the hurt gave way to pleasure as the brothers got into a momentum and Lucy was starting to understand why her mother enjoyed it. It took just another few minutes and a few very violent hard thrusts for both brothers to fill their sister with wads of spunk and lucy certainly felt the cocks as the knot rose inside her and she felt the effects of both shots hitting her. Blaine, we would fight over the dried fish. What I wouldn’t give for some dried fish right now.”I say, “And a beer or three or four to accompany it.”Ira longingly says, “Yes a great Baltika beer would be excellent.”I reply, “I do agree some of the Baltika beers were good but others tasted like horse piss.”Mira giggles and teases, “Mr. Blaine, how do you know the taste of horse urine?”Jens giggles and says, “Ben, Mira and Ira stop goofing around, I’m hungry.”They select their meals and I grab.