Tony turned to his commodore. “At least he’s leery of us, Sir. He’s trying to show us his heels, but in this weather, he’ll have a hard time o... it. We’re gaining already.”“Excellent. What’s his cargo though? Coming from Liverpool is my guess. What’s to hide with a cargo from Liverpool?”“Not brandy, I fear,” Tony joked. “I hear that sugar commands fantastic prices on the Continent.”“Possible. If he keeps that course, we’ll know in an hour or two. Damn it! He’s going about!”Tony was already. “Not true, I’m fascinated by what other people care about. I just don’t care what they think of me,” I corrected him.“You two have company credit cards, so you decide where we go for dinner tonight,” I demanded. “Then we need to go to Walmart, or some other discount department store. I didn’t bring enough underwear.”“We already decided that the Farm to Fork sounded good to us,” Bitsy said.“Well it sounds okay to me as well. Give me thirty minutes to shower and dress, then we can go. You. Her nipples also had that pinkish hue that you often find in pure redheads.Fred just said, “Enjoy,” as she pulled me into her room.She was good. God, was she good. Her kisses were like lightning bolts lighting me up all the way through. And her tongue... oh, her tongue. She pulled me down on the bed and slid that tongue across my chest and down my front all the way to my prick. I don’t know how I kept from blasting off early when she flicked the tip of her tongue right across the top of my. I ran my fingers over my very wet panties and said, “That’s not pee…its pussy juice that tells me I need to play with myself.”“Yeah,” he squeaked as his voice cracked. “Don’t be nervous,” I said as I slipped down my panties. I had been trimming my pussy hair quite short so that it looked neat. I spread my legs wide so Donny could get a good look. “What do you think?” I asked.“Pretty,” he squeaked.“You think.”“Yeah, it’s the prettiest thing I have ever seen,” he said.“Thank you but I don’t.