He pulled open the hatch, “everything alri-woah! What the hell is that smell?” The trio had grown accustom to the mingling smells of three teenage...boy's collective B.O, Jordan's piss-soaked nappy, not to mention Ben's rocket load of cum slowly dripping down the wall of the van.“teenagers...” the driver tutted.The three boys stirred at the sudden absence of motion. “are we there?” Liam said, begrudgingly. “no, not yet, we’re about an hour away.” The other boys were paying attention now. “why. Honestly, I think I have another four or two who just aren’t ready. The sleep training system does reduce the time you train, but I don’t think its real enough,” Captain Prescott said.I nodded. “I now wish I had pressed you a bit about using the trainers I had the AI set up.”“They worked,” Captain Prescott said. “That much I can see. And your crew works together very well.”“Yours will once you find the right officers,” I said. “And get a couple of solid teams with experienced crew.”“You didn’t. . I washed ashore and she saved my life by dragging me off into this paradise ... Was I really alive?Soon I was back again where I was, as Camila carefully caressed her cleavage along my small sailor-mate, who was also waking up to the pleasant preasure.Saluting to her attention he stood firm and Camila switched boobs to lips-care.Seeing what was on offer to mine, I started to kiss and lick her love lips.She moaned and dove deeper down her throat what she had there up for grabs.She got very wet. It is my only hope of escape, so I start a desperate dash. But the Mongole is already swinging a long thin rope with a metal ring at its end over his head, and as he lets it fly it just curls around my ankles and stops me in full flight! The Mongole loads me over the back of his horse as I would be just a bag of barley, and then he spurs it on. My bottom is riding high in the air and simply from gravity the hem of my skimpy tunic has bared my bottom already to the harsh desert sun as well as.