That was how it was done here, boats full of fish were constantly coming and going, but one time per year all of the men would go off on one major job...On the day I arrived, a large cargo ship pulled into port. I stood there watching as dozens of men with dark skin exited the craft. As they walked past me I snapped a few pictures. They all seemed to be speaking different languages.I spoke to a few of them who walked past, "How long was the trip?" "Are you glad to be here?" general questions like. My memories of another life. The bitterness and anger I’d felt toward my parents as a teen and had carried with me into this new life.I’d argued with her that day. Fought. It was Sunday morning and Willa was fussy with a mild fever. Mother insisted that she was taking Willa to church even if I was rotting in hell. I’d told her exactly what I thought of her and her church. My father heard me and slapped me. Even then he wouldn’t speak to me. I ran downstairs and locked Willa and myself into my. ." I never heard what she was trying to say because my lips smothered hers again and our tongues started playing with each other. I wanted to feel all of this babe in my arms, and my hands started franticly pawing at her boobs and groping her ass, and pulling her against my hard-on. "Nice cock," she said, reaching between us. "Nice tits," I replied as I pulled up her shirt, pulled out one of her boobs, and started licking and sucking on her hardened nipple. "Oh my god you taste delicious." As I. ” “I will ask you just one more time,” said Aunty Beryl crossly. “Have you been smoking?” “No, I haven’t smoked since …" and Kate’s voice trailed off as Aunty Beryl pulled Kate’s handbag into view. “Are you sure you don’t want to change your mind?” “Alright I may have had one... a few, maybe.” “Right young lady, I am going to give you a spanking tonight. Six for smoking after you promised me you would never smoke again, and six for lying to me.” “But, Mum, please not tonight, can’t it.