‘At our last port of call our cook went ashore for provisions and never returned. Whether that was the result of rum or foul play I cannot say. But ...urther evidence of the fact that the good Lord favors the French came in the form of this man, who presented himself at the dock and inquired as to whether we might have a berth for an honest cook. Since we were to sail within the hour we gladly took him aboard. I’m pleased you find his work satisfactory.’ ‘Indeed, quite so,’ the Lady said. ‘Could. "I know what we can do," Shelly shouted"What?" We can play that you are my baby sister." Why baby?" Well you do wear diapers and wet the bed." You promised that you would not tease about that." I'm not, but I can see by the bulge that you are wearing one now." That's because Mum says I should wear it here, otherwise I forget togo to the toilet when we play so much." So, if you wore one of my dresses, you would be a baby girl."I don't know why I did it. But for the next hour, I let her take off. Sharon extended her tongue and licked at the head experimentally. A moan escaped me, which she took as an indication that she was doing okay. She bent my prick downward, pointing it right at her mouth, and opened her lips. She slipped them around the head and sucked on it gently. I swelled in her mouth and she seemed to like that. She sucked on it some more, turning her head back and forth, pushing her tongue in and out to tease the sensitive, heart-shaped bottom."Do you like that?" she. Vanessa’s chin, top lip and nose became sticky from the musky sticky liquid oozing from the gyrating cunt lips above her face. Her own hips were reacting rhythmically to the soft breath and tongue teasing her own less than clean cunt.Her breath once again became a soft grunt in her throat as her body was once again being ravished, albeit seemingly tender. The officer’s voice was muffled by her own vibrating thigh muscles on either side of Vanessa’s head: ?Don’t you dare orgasm, dirty bitch!.