" He spat into the dock again. "Each of them wore an earring in one ear, and I reckon that not one of their company was under the age of thirty. Corsi...an Rangers they were, or so their commander told me. He at least was an Englishman, a Colonel by his rank, and a twice lucky man; first that the ship didn't sail without him, and second to have such a comely travelling companion as the lady he accompanied on board." Did any of these Corsican Rangers have a scar on his cheek; a man in his late. Sundays in the Mullen household were reserved for football first,football second, and football third - and everyone knew it. That was okay,because Jake's wife, Abbey, was an Alabama girl, and she was almost asinto the games as Jake and his friends. The normal Sunday crew was almostall here: Jake, his best friend Riker, and a coworker, Pat. The onlyperson actually missing was Abbey herself, who had run to the store to fixan emergency cheese dip shortage."What the fuck, ref!" shouted Pat, who was. Our sex timing shifted from nights to early mornings. Vandana would return from work around 5, and sometimes, we would fuck like rabbits in the morning. On one such morning, during a particularly intense bout of vocal fucking, I suddenly noticed from the bottom of the closed bedroom door, the light come on outside. It was Shanti who had come to work, and I decided to tone down the volume and intensity of fucking. But Vandana being herself, and not bothering about anything just shouted “fuck me. I shift back so that you can stand up again. I admire the very large wet spot on your underwear, realizing the wetness is a combination of my saliva and your juices. I reach up with both hands and put my fingers just inside your underwear so that I call pull the elastic of your briefs away from your body so that I can take them off easily. When I do pull on the elastic, you cock pops right out. I admire it for a moment as I take the underwear off completely. It is quite impressive standing.