"Look, dude, I'm sorry. I guess I was just a little angry at you."I exhaled deeply and sat down on the floor, leaning back against the wall. "Yeah, we...l, I'm a little pissed at myself, too. I guess April is as well." Yeah, just a bit." What the hell*was* I thinking?" I asked no one in particular."Probably about getting laid, and not about April."I hung my head slowly. He was dead on -- I hadn't thought about April at all until she came into the room."You know she cares a lot for you." Not any. " You captured two British ships?" Aye, that we did, and then had one get clean away, sorry to say, while the first ones were heading in. Outfoxed us, she did with the help of some fog. Well, the court made us rich; three thousand and some from one ship and twenty-five hundred I think it was on t'other, at auction you understand in pounds sterling, hard money. Not many bidding I fear. One had a load of cloth, bolts and bolts of it, finest stuff; t'other a mix, mostly hardware y'might say, some. The Snake Lady appeared to be awaiting the effects of the stuff in the balloon as my wife began to breathe a bit heavier and her body seemed to churn with some strange desire. The Snake Lady now grabbed her legs and raised them up, putting her feet onto the edge of the bed, and scooted my wife’s little ass nearly off the side. My wife now only slightly was aware that she was even being moved at all.Now poised to take the huge monstrous cock in her small pussy, the Snake Lady grasped it in one. He wasn't a good husband but then again, in a lot of ways, Cricket Vaughn wasn't a perfect wife. She had met him when she was almost done with being a prostitute and planning a move into running her own house. In many ways he was her last real trick. He was stoned when he proposed and she was drunk when she said yes. And he was loveable in that way a lot of famous assholes are. She fell for it. Puppy dog eyes and a big cock and the ability to lick her like split peach. And his singing to her.