..she just came out of the shower and had nothing on except a towel. I felt like stroking my dick coz i could handle the urge to bang her that instanc.... As she laid down on my bed and i was on a sofa i had in my room,i could help but notice the extreme ass she had,i just have two words for that ass :ONION BOOTY,coz it can make one cry.When i noticed she was asleep i got up and started to take a good look at her body and was slowly pushing up her towel when she grabbed my hand,i was so scared. Both Malcolm and Jim set out the foam rubber bumpers as they approached the gangway that appeared from a hatch in the cutter’s port side.As they approached the cutter, the skipper turned to Phoebe and Robby. Malcolm was near and overheard. “Listen, you two, I know you’ve both a got a pretty good sense of humor and like to joke around a lot, but can it for a bit, okay? On board that boat is the closest thing to God you’ll find on this good Earth, the Captain of an American warship. So, don’t. Of course, there was no way that I was not going to join Hippolyte on her wild ride into danger. At least, I could contribute something by using my mace with her left hand and arm. Initially, Hippolyte would use her lance, but she would soon switch to her longsword; the lance was sure to jam up stuck in some bone fairly soon. I would have free use of her left side until she had to switch to her bow.Hippolyte led the way from the fort to the gate in the wall. One of the men had come with us to. A man dressed in a suit greeted her, standing quite proper, as is expected of bathroom stewards. She looked at the man strangely since she had never seen a man working in the lady's room. Deanna shrugged and wandered past the wash area into a stall to relieve herself.She was wearing an extremely short black mini-skirt and fishnets with a black lace top, which exposed the majority of her 'double D' cleavage. Not a common practice regarding attire for a restaurant of the Bootlegger's caliber..