The house is on Cloister Ramp, perhaps a ten minute walk from The Convent. May Teresa came aboard?”“She is waiting in your cutter, Sir?”“Indee.... I took the liberty of bringing along her dunnage hoping for your kind acceptance.”“Then, by all means, let us get the boatswain’s chair rigged, Sir!”Five minutes later, Teresa was standing on Tempest‘s deck, wearing a fine dress, long blonde braids and a myriad of freckles in her cute face. There was not a man on deck whose heart did not melt. Hands have a way of wandering, and mine gradually find the thin side straps of your panties, and as I slide my thumbs through them, your knees part slightly, and I slowly lower the thin blackness from your rear, and uncover the brown thatch of curls between your pale legs. The panties join the collection of clothing on the floor, and still you stand motionless before me.Returning my hands to your lower spine and buttocks, I stroke you more firmly with my fingertips, another shiver flowing. She was on the hunt,and getting somewhat frustrated for lack of a suitable prey ,and circumstances.She preferred a healthy strong male tall and masculine. one who could endure the pleasures he would provide.She saw him pool side. she felt angst toward him for taking to long to be noticed,he would give her a passing glance for consideration on occasion,more importantly he was her type tall strong ,and alone. While he slept she stood over him while he slept in his bed with the warm ocean breeze. Given her preference, she’d prefer we didn’t leave, since that would be the opportune moment for Richards to hit us if that’s what he was planning. On the other hand, she pointed out that the manhunt could go on for a long time. Richards had resources and contacts still out there, and the most likely thing that had happened was that he’d gone to ground to wait it out. Even if he hadn’t, we had nothing, other than the attempt on Tina, that suggested he was going to come after us.She pointed out.