Lots of towels in garbage can. Brown stained towels. Blood turns brown when dry. Brown and maroon. More brown than maroon. Carib doesn’t have firepl...ce. Can’t drop towels in dumpster. Too afraid. Washer is in basement of building. Probably waiting for clear opportunity to move them down there. Waiting for him, now. Been watching for three nights. Guy’s first time, it seems. Gets up frequently at night. Drinks water. Won’t open fridge. Won’t look at garbage can. Shame. Nerves keep him up. Got a. The dream; I was swimming, late at night with my wife and my best friend. We were in a local pool after hours so in boxers, undies, and bras. We jumped in the car to leave and my buddy was laughing how tight his undies were on his body now and it outlined his cock. My wife, in her wet bra and panties, reaches over and says "put that away." She grabbed him and the way she handled it was over the top. We all just got silent and she started to stroke him over his underwear. He leaned back as his. The ball smashed into the pilot house and broke a couple of windows, but that was all of the damage that was done.The captain had two choices: he could stop and surrender to the pirates or he could put on maximum speed and try to escape. Well, only a fool would surrender to the tender mercies of bloodthirsty pirates, so he put on as much speed as he could. Meanwhile, Nina and I ran to her room to fetch our rifles and extra ammunition.For some reason we never found out, no more cannon shots were. My cock was stiffening involuntarily, and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead. Morgan was sitting on my hip as I lay stretched out on my side, and as my shirt was rucked up slightly, I could feel her bare pussy pressed up against me, the warmth of her skin feeling like a trail of fire where she came into contact with me. Several of the girls were grinning and nudging each other at the thought of making out, and I began to wonder how much they had told each other about the various encounters I.