It was her job to care for him and someone had hurt him. Hurt him badly. A mother's job was to make her son better. "Let mommy fuck you better. Tell m...mmy all about it." The stupid idiot bastard! He made me do it. He didn't leave me any other fucking choice."She could feel her excitement rising, but that was unimportant. Her son was hurting and needed healing. "It's all over now, let mommy kiss it better." She bent down to kiss him. As their lips touched he rolled them both over and began. She had untied her top and lay with her legs partly spread. I could see her pink thong between her legs and thought about the treasure just on the other side of that fabric.Then I saw something that surprised me ... the fabric had a wet spot right there between her legs! She was actually turned on! I didn't expect that, but it made my hard cock grow even harder and really start to throb with each beat of my heart.She opened up her eyes and lifted her head and shoulders to set on her elbows. She. I knew it was a dream. I knew it. I was going to have to fire the boys; there was no way I was going to be able to look at them the same way. Then again, maybe not. Dreams fade. I'd probably be over it by the time I was released."Izz jews avake?" Someone said. "Open z eyez."German? Did I go to Germany? That would explain how I thought up the twins. I did manage to pry my eyes open. My vision was blurry. And echoed. There did seemed to be two of them. But there could have been six. But he - or. We went into the tower and managed to climb to the top. From the top we had a good view of the east end of the harbor. You could see why this would be a good vantage point to see incoming ships and make some kind of signal to other parts of the island.I kissed Cinnamon and said, “Thanks for a wonderful day.”She hugged me tight. I seemed she didn’t want let go. She kissed my neck and lightly nibbled on my ear. “I want to be a pirate's wench,” Cinnamon whispered in my ear. She kissed my neck and.