At least it smelled clean. After all I had been having a bit of a rough night. The day was fine. Got high with a bunch of addicts. Ate one of them. Go... more high because him. Great day. But the night was not going my way. So angrily looking like some mix and match of an eighties zombie and basket case, I began to regrow my teeth. I was very angry until I saw her take off her black yoga pants. Throwing her hips side to side. The way they gripped her hips those thick thighs. Then they was she. “James, we seem to be having a small pirate problem.”“Do tell?”He handed James his telescoping eyepiece, already fully open, and pointed. James looked and had no trouble seeing a ship in the distance. He knew from his history lessons that the ship meant business. Its black flag was flapping in the wind.“Not good,” he grimaced as he handed it to Anne. After she looked briefly, she handed it Claire, who then handed it to the Captain after confirming she could see the potential attackers.“No sir,. He pretended that he was looking at the view but I could tell he was looking at my reflection. I could see him staring as I sipped my wine, so I decided to tease him a bit and I seductively licked my lips and bit my bottom one. My husband at this point had noticed what I was doing. He came over and put his arm around me a kissed me. His kisses carried on to my neck and down my chest as he cupped my F-sized breasts. Mikes gaze never moved. I put my glass of wine on the bedside table, and went. “Michael?” a voice from behind me, called out. I turned to see a handsome man in his late 50’s. Pepper colored hair and steel blue eyes. His black suit jacket open and collared shirt unbuttoned, the signs of the end of a work day. “Yes," I sheepishly answered lowering my head a bit to hide my embarrassment. Mr. Carlson looked at me and smiled then looked at the bar door. "Apologies for being so late, the wife was talking my ear off, shall we take this inside?" he said in his smooth voice that.