Her tongue danced all over the underside of my penis. She kissed my head. She massaged my testicles while sucking them. All the while, she was leaving...little, cute intermittent saliva trails.“Mmm. You want to see my ass? Hmm? Hmm? You wanna see?”I answered by simply slapping her ass, to a moan. “Turn around. Come get Daddy's dick. Come get it,” I said, with an animalistic gaze at her.She turned around. I pulled down her panties and spread her glorious cheeks to see her appetizing hole. I wet my. I was now getting a little ballsy, so I walked to thesupermarket across the street, and bought dinner. I phonedanother cab, and when I arrived home, I had him pull in thedrive. I unloaded the groceries, and then piled the boxes ofclothes into his trunk. I handed him a $50 bill and told him todrop them off a the Goodwill. I also mentioned that since mostof the clothes belonged to my dead husband, and he was about thesame size as the driver, he may want to look at then first. Itwas Christmas in. When Walter stood up, Karen began to back up having no idea where she was going to go. As she walked backward her high heel got caught in a hole in the floor and she fell down by the pool table, Her skirt riding up and showing her white cotton pantys. She looked to her right and saw one of the bikers lock the front door and she became terrified. (What do they have in mind ) She thought. Then another biker reach behind her held out his hand to help her up. As he helped her another reached under. ” A male ... deep male voice said. “Are you missing any boats?”“Cassie ... go count the boats you can see.”“Are all the boats visible?” He has a great voice, I thought.“That’s a little more complicated, Commander, than running out on deck. We’ll hoist Cassie.”“Hoist?”“Run her up to the mast head. Be about fifteen minutes, Sir.”“Like a flag?”“Pretty much. Won’t take long and gives us an area of 564 square miles to see.” I said. “Much better than from the deck.”“JW?”“Yes?”“Hoist Cassie.” I added,.