’ As Buxton closed the door, Lord Berwick said to his son, ‘Care for a drink, a night cap?’ ‘Yes, sir,’ Charles replied walking towards him....His father was not an overly large man but he filled the room with his being. He was the upper class, nobless oblige, and he knew it. He commanded respect from all, even his family. His grey hair bespoke his age but added to his bearing. Pouring Charles a drink, he said, ‘You know you upset your mother at dinner tonight.’ ‘Yes, Father, but,’ Charles began.. She wears an ocean-blue swim-suit, well cut-out at the legs and still wet. It perfectly clings to the swelling shape of her slit and a couple of curious locks peep out from under the elastic seam. And in the delicious brown dimples between the sinews some sandy grains from the beach still find refuge. As I move up between her knees to brush the sand off her groin I can smell her sex: salty and savoury like a mysterious sea creature. But now she opens her eyes - sparkling light-blue ones - and. None of Pedro's ships returned fire. Instead they simply kept their course and closed the distance between them and their oncoming opponents. The pirates fired again, one ship after another, but again all shots fell short, splashing harmlessly into the dark waters in front of Pedro's approaching force. The shots were closer but that was it. Then the lead vessel fired again and for once a shot struck home. The shot hit the stout bow of the Hawk and glanced off, falling into the sea. Splinters. "Hurry up, slow poke!" It was Shelia Moore. He froze. His cock was throbbing in his hand. "Come on, Charles... Get a move on... Time's a wasting." He lost it... Arced several spurts of semen on to the floor behind the toilet, his body quivering with orgasm. Shelia was knocking on the door again. He was struggling to shove his wilting cock back into his trunks and grunted a reply.He knew he was blushing when he opened the bathroom door. Regardless, his eyes were immediately drawn to her.