Jorge reached into his rucksack to produce a bunch of fresh plantains and a bottle of 60 year old rum. "Let's continue this in the galley and then you...can decide whether to space me or not."After Jorge had prepared a delicious meal of plantains and saffron rice, they started eating and passing around the rum.Zoe spoke first. "I'm Zoe Washburn, First Mate. Are you any kin to the blockade running Mayweathers of the 'Cutty Sark' what got hulled over Shadow at the beginning of the war?"Jorge was. Like you two. Your mother and I fell in love when we were young.She was sixteen and I was seventeen. Amd things just happened."The only things that I ask of you two, is to take precautions. I don'twant to see you pregnant before you're married. Amd please don't run offand get married. I would really miss walking you down the aisle." Daddy. We promise that you'll be there."Then as her dad went to get up, he looked at me and said, "Peter. Pleasetake care of my daughter." Yes sir. I will,". Jen, not to be out done arrived in a top that was clearly intended to be a bra. However, it was very ornate - gold lame. The cups left the top of her tits beautifully on show, so that if she bent over the tits would fall out. Little of the valley between was covered except by a thin string. There were no shoulder straps and the back strap was also very thin.From below her tits to the top of the place where her pussy bush would be was bare. Her navel was an innie - the sort guys like to tongue.. The bartender picked up his pace as he fucked my sloppy ass. Finally he grunted as he unloaded his load deep inside me. I felt cum running down my legs as he pulled out. The bartender's buddy continued to ream his cock in and out of my aching throat as I tried my best to provide suction and tongue action to get him off. Finally he held his cock deep in my throat and spent his load. Immediately he pushed me away and I fell on the floor in an exhausted heap."Get up bitch." It was Bernard's voice..