I didn’t have any shoes, but Sandy said she had a pair that would probably fit as I had small feet for a man. I didn’t have much body hair but sh...ved my legs anyway before coming over to Sandy’s place. Sandy disappeared into her room to change into her Magenta costume, and I used the bathroom to transform into Frank N. Furter. I had kept myself in shape with my regular swimming sessions so I was not worried about how much flesh I would be showing in the costume. I stripped and pulled on a pair. "Ooooh," she gasped breathlessly as the older man flexed again."Noooooooooo, pleeeeeease," she pleaded, her eyes clamped tightly shut as she seesawed between the tiny throbs of pleasure and the lingering pain. He flexed the stiff rod again deep in the interior depths of her cunt, relishing the responsive grimace of pain that distorted her now slightly-perspiring face. She groaned again but this time with less suffering in her tone as she felt the deeply-embedded cock expand and press outward. Our fist mate Sir Valgaurd left the Wolf to build his own ship the Raven’s Star. He and those who went with him will be missed. But still we were not vanquished. Once again the SeaWolf rendered up one of it’s own for the Crown War and once again we emerged victorious setting our good Captain upon the throne. Once again under SeaWolf tradition the first mate forced Captain Calico to walk the plank. At this time we are still undefeated in battle. Our year with Captain Angus proved to be an. "Without any need for further encouragement, Brandon slowly filled then retreated from his sister several times, alternating between hard, fast strokes that sent thrills of desire coursing through her very existence and slow ones that extracted groans of delighted joy. Their lips pressed together as his hands mashed and manipulated Tracy's breasts while her legs wrapped around his hips as she pulled and held him as deep inside as she could. Every time he thrust down, she would lift her pelvis.