This time the shells fell closer to the French ship, deluging it with water and splinters. The Patrol boat fired back but were again out of range.Stil... Krusenbourg wouldn't give up. Again he tried to turn towards the German and close the range but his speed had dropped to under 10 knots. The Seeteufel, at her full motoring speed of 16 knots, carefully remained out of the Frenchman's reach.Suddenly, the Chasseur shuddered as a shell landed alongside her stern. Some of the after gun crew were. The other thing we have in common is a love of adventure. We’ve sky dived, done rock climbing, been diving and even once raced on the desert where I drove and she was the co-driver/navigator. Screaming across the desert is quite a rush. That’s why we love risks, the pulse raising, toe and hair curling kind. Risk taking is like a d**g that drags you into a place where nerves, sometimes terror, not to mention mind-numbing excitement, is almost impossible to explain.Once hooked you almost can’t. At the hotel reception I gave my name and asked if there was an envelop for me. There was, and as I walked away I opened it and found a room key card.I’d never been in such a posh hotel before and I was very impressed at the luxury. After looking around the room I placed the car key and phone where I thought that the cameras would get a good view of the huge bed, then I swallowed the tablet that was waiting on the side, using one of those miniature bottles of vodka that I found in the fridge to. Shifting in my seat I took hold of his hard shaft in my right hand, I slowly drew his foreskin back, then allowed it to return as I gave his prick the first tugs, Alex's hand moved under my vest pawing at my bra-clad boob, " That OK?" I asked as I began to increase the tempo of my wanks, " God you're a fucking gorgeous bitch but such a tease, please suck it!" His eyes still held my every move, just as they had in the supermarket, " Fuckin' gorgeous, I just love your blonde hair babe, it'd look.