“Do you want to kiss Jordan?”I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to, or wanted me to make her do it. “Whichever you want, kitten.”It seemed to be...the right answer. “We’ll both do it.” She hopped out of the chair and pulled me to my feet to lead me over to the couch. She shooed Jyl to the chair. I let her take the lead as she pushed my face toward Jordan’s. “You start.”I kissed her full lips and then began placing light kisses on her face. Jeryl gently kissed her shoulder and then began moving down. "Ship off the starboard bow," the lookout cried out several hours later.The day had dragged. The Hawk had turned west once it had cleared the harbour at Ceuta. Pedro had ordered all possible sails raised and the crew had jumped to it. Still the Moorish vessel had gotten a good head start and it took time to catch up with them. During that time Pedro had paced the poop deck, marching from railing to railing as if he were a pendulum upon a clock. No one dared approach him. Only the lookout's cry. There was no chance of bail that time. Once the legal system had ground through the process, he would be spending a considerable time in a maximum security institution, if not as long as I would have liked.The neighbour didn't have my mobile number, or my Mother's number, but took the trouble to have the broken pane boarded up to secure the house.So Denise, Mum and I had a peaceful Christmas. We went to sing carols at the Parish Church Christmas morning, then Mum took Denise to initiate her. I kiss along the top of his pubic hair, kiss the inside of his thighs, kiss the base of his cock. Slowly, I lick up along the shaft, then in one swift movement take the tip into my mouth. He gasps as he feels the wet heat of my mouth encircling him. A little hesitantly, for fear of choking, I begin to move my mouth up and down his length. It is he, now, who is prostrate beneath me, his right hand grasping at the sheet and his left gently holding the back of my head, begging me for more, please..