Closing the door securely behind him, he turned on his TV and removed his shorts. He sat on the edge of his bed, his hand slowly caressing his cock, a...d waited... It didn't take long for Emilia to appear on the TV. She was dripping wet, and it reminded Chris of the time he'd seen her masturbating in the shower, how he saw her body shake and heard her moans as she came hard. He opened his eyes again, realizing he could see more than fantasy, and Emilia had already taken off her skirt. Below deck:Mr Randal glances at the rows of cages, each large cage holding several females, "Fucking women, they've no place on the sea, and this storm is the gods displeasure, mark my words." He grumbles, his rotting teeth in clear view."Storms happen," Shevens replies, "For all their crimes, these ladies have nothing to do with it."Randal spits, turns his back and starts to walk away.He's barely taken a step before Buckles comes down the ladder, seeing the two, "All hands on Deck, Thrinn's. I could feel his balls contract and knew my reward was imminent. Roger moaned and started shooting ropes of cum into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could with some still dripping down my chin. Roger bend down and French kissed me. God, how I love a man not all squeamish about a little cum. I wowed to do something special later. Roger wanted to return the oral favors but I said desert only after some food and we got ready to head down to the restaurant. Dinner was wonderful. Roger is such a. She had been forced to cajole him into showering on more than one occasion. And neither her husband nor her son seemed capable of dressing themselves to present a good image in public. They were both rapidly turning into pathetic slobs.Jamie just laughed. She knew it was all true. Both men were a source of embarrassment and frustration to her, too. But she enjoyed gossiping about it with her mother. It was fun to take inventory of the shortcomings her father and brother were both.