If not for the splitting headache, I would have believed I was dreaming. Had Elise and I fucked last night? Did I get drunk enough to fuck a woman, on... of my best friends, and technically my landlady? This morning was full of mysteries it seemed, because for some reason a small part of me was silently celebrating.To compound on the growing strangeness of this awakening, my eyes finally began to clear enough to see more details of the scene around me. I was in my own room, and everything looked. His fingers unbuttoned them with a flick and suddenly they were gone, flying across the room. I was left standing almost nude in front of my son. Just my silk panties that he could easily see through.“Mom, just let it happen. I’ve heard you calling out my name at night and I know you want me.”“I…Greg….I…”“Just say it Mom, just beg for my cock and I’ll give it to you.” Greg had my panties down and I was lifting my feet, helping him! I was drenched from all the excitement and his fingers. .. to receive Your bounty... the bounty she began to receive yesterday." The minister spoke in a soft, deep voice while one hand caressed the girl's back from the nape of her neck to the broad, twin melons of her lovely ass.Young Becky liked the sound of her minister's deep voice and the soothing touch of his hand as he caressed her back. Was it going to be like yesterday again? Would Jesus come into her soul as he had yesterday? She had felt so happy and contented after but still it was all. I turned back to Miranda, leaning in close to her, and said, "You really wish me to be their Captain Esme?" No, you little strumpet," she said fondly. "I wish ye to be Captain Miranda, and so never to let those cock-stroking bastards know that they got me. Let the legend of Miranda and her Sapphic seafarers live forever!" she cried, and then a kind of racking overtook her, and in a moment, she was gone.I stood up, facing a doubtful if not indeed hostile crew, and knew that if I were not to take.