At the time I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. But the pirates were vocal in their appreciation. At first they fell silent when I was co...pletely nude and I thought there must be something wrong with me. But it seemed they were just startled by how beautiful I was. Soon they were making catcalls and rude comments. One man said he could "drink from those jugs all day long" and though I had never heard the term I knew he was speaking of my breasts. Others made crude references to. He made a little noise of surprise at my active enthusiasm but kept at it, his hot tongue swirling in circles around the little nub of my pleasure and lapping down to my pussy entrance. When he teased around it with his tongue I squealed; not that it tickled, but that it was a new and delightful sensation. Then his head came up, eyes closed tightly in concentration, and he sought out my breast and bent his head at it, roughly tonguing my red, stiffened nipple and the firm flesh it perched. I will try as hard as I can to please you and make you happy, and obey whatever you tell me. Will you please have me?”“Oh, honey,” I hugged her tightly, “of course I’ll have you. I’m glad you agreed to this because I care for you very deeply, and you’ve become so much a part of me over the past few months I feel there would be a part of my life missing if you had decided to go.’“Me too, Jackie. I feel that I am part of you, that I belong to you and I need you to be complete. And,” her eyes. Monday took them to Universal Studios and at dinner they all paraded into the Middle Ages as they had dinner at Medieval Times. The knights fought, the band ate and the horses, well, the horses did what horses do… right there in front of the dinner table, but the trombone did not return. On Tuesday, the band, less one trombone, toured Hollywood and headed to the airport, where they didn’t find the trombone. After a long flight, the tired equipment crew pulled up to the Hillbilly Band Hall back.