"I want to show you something," I said, getting up to look for Daddy's photo album. I brought the photo album back over to Shane and opened it up. "Yo... can't tell Daddy you saw this," I said. "He'd fucking kill me." I showed him pictures of various women he had taken pictures of while having sex. Then, I showed him the photo shoot of me on Daddy's Harley the night I had lost my virginity. "Damn!" Shane said. "I didn't realize I had such a hot sister!" "That was before Daddy popped my cherry," I. This time when he kissed it was longer, stronger. His hands held my head and I felt his mouth owning me as had the belt and his driving penis.He broke the kiss and allowed me to lay my head on his shoulder, his arms keeping me against his warm chest. I savored the moment, gathering his warm male scent, relishing his strength and how if felt to be soft and vulnerable in his embrace. I gathered myself and lifted my head.Keeping my gaze downcast, I asked, "May I lick you clean, Daddy?" My voice. Lewis told Gibson to spread her ass cheeks wide open for him. He had a clear view of the hole he was about to enter, making him stiffen even more. He pushed the head of his cock against her tiny puckered hole. She opened willingly for him. As the head entered her, Marcy let out a loud scream that Ava heard very clearly. Ava stopped all rubbing and fucking. Her eyes were glued to the scene that was playing out. Mr. Lewis was actually driving that huge cock into her tight little ass. The scream. The foremast was rigged with squaresails, the other two by fore-and-aft, triangular sails. They were well-balanced and had good sailing qualities, hence their popularity.The armaments on the sailing raiders necessitated considerable redesign and strengthening of the hold area. Steel bulkheads were inserted and steel beams replaced the original wood to carry the weight of the guns.Some armour was fitted around the magazine and shellroom areas, but it was only an inch thick. Hardly enough to keep.