This must be the smell of stale sweat and sex. It really was ripe.I opened a window to air out my room. I stripped my bed to wash the sheets and blank...ts. I picked up the used tampon, tampon wrapper, and used condom from the previous evening's activities. My aim at the wastebasket had not been as good as I thought.After I started laundry, I went to the kitchen for breakfast. Mom had left a note for me.'Went to Mary's. Back tomorrow. Tiff went to stay with Gail for a few days. Mind Martha and. That leaves us to enjoy the fruits of our perils at home, with our lovely wives. Horrible, isn’t it?”“Absolutely, Sir Harold. Any mention of a peace with America?”“No. Our prize should be recognised. Her cargo should fetch a pretty penny here, although the ship would be of higher value back in England. Who needs fast cargo ships in these narrow waters I ask?”An idea had been germinating in Thomas’s head and now it came to the fore.“Sir Harold, I have been thinking the same. If you have no. Once in the bathroom, Lola went into the stall to insert the vibrator. She noticed that her vagina was so wet and engorged that she wondered if the small vibrator would stay inside once inserted. She attempted to dry her vagina with toilet paper but it seemed perpetually wet. She could feel her butt-plug whenever she moved and felt the wonderful excitement of being controlled by her partner. Though she knew he would forbid it, Lola reached two fingers into the opening of her vagina, they were. My dick, soft at 6 inches was resting along my thigh. I pulled it out of the way and stared in shock at my pussy. It was still very red, my lips still swollen. Actually, I really don't have much of an outer set of lips, but my once tiny and smooth inner lips had become much bigger. I reached down and gently lifted one out of the way, it was about an inch long and beet red. Well, I hope they get use to this, cause a sore pussy isn't going to stop me from getting laid.I marveled at how I wasn't.