”“I’m not?” she said. She wasn’t sure if this was good or bad.“No, you’re not. You are a pirate now. You belong to us, now.” he said. ...��Is that okay with you?”“I guess so,” she said, just staring at him. He wondered what was going on behind those big dark eyes.“So...” she finally said. “Am I to have ... sex with you? Like I was with Mr. de’Vlier?”“Oh, darlin’,” the captain wished he hadn’t taken that vow. She was delectable. Small ... he knew she was ten standard years ... just about his old. "Why thank you Granny. I need them to help out a friendand I might learn something as well. I will take them both please."said Bugs.Granny said, "Here you go Bugs. That will be Ten Simoleons eachplease."Bugs returned to Samantha. He found Samantha pacing back and forthwhile smoking a cigar. Bugs picked up a length of stove wood. It was ahickory stick. Bugs hit Samantha on the back of the legs. Samantha felldown and said, "Why you buck toothed varmint. What do you do that for?"Bugs said, "First. He led Caroline to his bed, and they sat on it's edge for a while, making out quite seriously, yet still fully clothed.Abruptly a thought crossed Simon's mind, and he forced himself to pull away. He forced his voice to work. "I'm — I'm s-sorry!" he stammered."What on earth for?" Caroline asked, surprised."I'm doing what you said they all did. Your other boyfriends," he explained.Caroline's eyes went soft. Her voice was soft, gentle, too, "No, Simon. They expected. I had to suggest it to you.. Yes, Crissy, Douglas said hoarsely. Just checking to see if you were asleep. He started to go, the ache in his groin keeping him from leaving his daughters bedroom. Sit with me for a minute, Daddy, Crissy sighed. Please. Douglas sat on the edge of the bed. His gut was churning as he leered at his daughters small tits pressing against the top of her frilly nightie. He could see the outline of her swollen nipples and the sight sent a hot jolt of lust through his cum-crammed balls. Crissy.