Just as we were about to go to the boat my parents arrived. I had forgotten I had called them. We exchanged hugs, I introduced Sarah, and we all went ...o fetch Carrie and Mike. Mom simply grabbed Mike, crying on his shoulder, thanking him for taking care of her babies, and expressing her sorrow over his parents.He told us about the memorial service, and they said they’d love to attend, but they didn’t have a place to stay and needed to get back. Mike had asked me once how often they came up,. When I walked in, I saw his mom, Jennifer, a hot redhead with glasses, D cup tits and a wonderful ass, sitting on the bathroom counter fingering herself. Why she wasn't in her room, I don't know. I turned quickly hoping to avoid talking but she grabbed my shirt and pulled me in. I couldn't help but stare at her delicious ass as she stood up and locked the door. "What are you doing up at this time?" "I had to go to the bathroom, what the hell are you doing with the door open?" She didn't say. ”Raka asked her, “What are pirate women, Jean?” The term meant nothing in stone age society.Jean told her, “Remember John fighting that big ship some time ago? The men who had captured that ship and were raiding villages? These were pirates, in my meaning of the word. Pirates are like seaborne wanderers or slavers: stealing by force, instead of trading, to get what they want.”“Ah. I understand. Not nice people at all.”“You have the idea. Female pirates had one way of escaping justice if they. This was aided by the fact that the lace curtains in front of the balcony had been left open to admit the gentle lights of night. It was late spring, early summer and a few windows had been left open a crack to allow some air to circulate. The weather had been very fine of late, warm enough to bring welcome relief from what had been a particularly chilling winter but cool enough for comfort and to assure that an uncomfortably hot summer was not set to begin. Joséphine mumbled and tossed.