"Holy mackerel," Ken was staring at him."You took my clothes off?" No- oh, my God," Ken was staring, trying to think.Brad grabbed the only article of ...lothing he saw- one of Ken's teeshirts, it was right on top of a dresser so he figured it was clean.Instantly the tee shirt changed and he was in a thong and a mini teeshirt- "fuck." Can we- oh, my God man-"Brad did not want to have to deal with a day of guys hitting on him andhe had figured it out, but he also did not want to give his friend. You're finally mine.” He was babbling, raving like a mad man, and it frightened her. His speech was slurred, as if drunk or using drugs, and she realized he may very well kill her.Nikki was only 20 years old. She lived in a trailer park with her golden retriever, Mitzy, in Conway. She had dark brown hair that ran down her back and enchanting emerald eyes that broke many mens hearts. Her skin was light, a soft impeccable ivory, and she was athletic, having played soccer and tennis for years. She. I then went on to open her blouse. I felt her big ass on my lap and started to fondle it. “Oh aunty your ass is so soft and big and it is crushing my dick. Oh aunty I cannot bare it.. ahhhhh….” Saying so, I opened the knot of her petticoat and pushed it down to expose the top of her ass cheeks and her lovely pussy. In the mean time I had removed her blouse and was fondling my aunt’s big sized boobs. Next I unhooked her bra and tried to pull it over her shoulder. Hence she raised her arms to. Cyril’s certainty was shown true when the targeted ship approached them in the night on calm, dark seas. Cyril had the men ready for such a thing, foretelling it in the hours before he’d ordered them to anchor in the shallow waters well south of Ithaca to wait for the coming of their destiny. The men muttered but followed orders.By the time the ships collided, Cyril’s crew held their weapons and knew their orders. The captain vaulted onto the enemy’s vessel and slew seven men before anyone else.