That's all the British allow us to do. We can't build any of the 'Baltimore Schooners' that were used against their shipping during the war either," h... told us in an exasperated voice as we continued down Pratt Street and eventually crossed Jones Falls, a major creek that flowed into the Northwest Branch of the Patapsco River which formed Baltimore's harbor. We eventually came to a broad street that ran north and south."This is Market Street. It's the main street in Fell's Point," we were told,. The skin of his penis was warm and smooth and tasted like it smelled. I started slow but very quickly increased the pace of my head as it bobbed up and down on his cock. The head of it was sliding across my tongue and tapping against the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat. He put his hand on the back of my head and started bucking his hips, fucking my mouth. "Alright, I'm about to cum" he whispered as he fucked me harder and faster. "OH FUCK!" he shouted as the first blast of jizz. "Why did you have one in your unit?" asked Candy, but I ignored her."So tell me again why we bought these expensive couplers?" I said, changing the subject. So she did, not that I understood of course.Some time later, after we returned to the ship, Candy began working on the couplers. She was in her element, now. She was half naked, with dirt covering her face and torso."It means I can minutely adjust the flow through the inlet manifolds, and thus increase the balance of the engines," she said. “Was there a problem?”“NO.”“Okay, let’s get you Imaged.” Panic flew across Cat’s face, not that I understood the source.“Image? What is that?”“When Catherine gets a new outfit, I have a 3D recording Device. She writes up her thoughts and feelings and returns them to the school that makes her clothes.” ‘Kill me now’ became Cat’s new nonverbal expression.“You are such a Jerk.” ‘you are so-oo DEAD later’.“Take my picture too.” Our guest was all in for tormenting her new young friend.“Sure, Cat.