I was speechless, my brain was short-circuiting, not being able to process it all at once. These kinds of things never happen to me. She leaned in and...whispered “Y’know all that running seems to have made you awful sweaty, why don’t you strip down and let me help clean you up?” My brain may not have been working but my dick was happy to take over, standing at attention as it was in my shorts. Claire was already shimmying her shorts down her round ass and down to the floor. Next her hands. In the corner is a table with coffee and donuts.Characters: Charles: Middle aged man, about 40 dressed in a plaid sweater. He is the group leader.Pete: a.k.a. Pervert Pete, a graying man of about 60 dressed in a raincoat.Bob: A fidgety man of about 35 who continually clutches an inflatable sheep.Alan: Middle aged man of about 48 dressed casually in jeans and a dress shirt.Carrie: Middle aged woman, about 45 dressed rather scantily. Looks sort of like a cross between a transvestite hooker and a. I wondered what could so unnerve him and the rest of the crew on such a bright, clear morning.“Emil,” I said, getting his attention, “what is happening, my friend?”He shot a quick glance up at the bridge and then back to me. Turning to present his back to the bridge officers, he told me in a low voice, “Pirates, mein herre ... pirates! They are coming.”Silly me. I thought pirates were something that existed in storybooks and history classes. I knew about the ragtag Somali pirates of some years. Did I shock you then? she laughed. Im not normally like that you know. But I love you, so it seemed natural. Like masturbation. she laughed again as I went wide eyed at this admition. Yep. I masturbate about four times a week, and I bet you do too. But I wouldnt admit it to anyone else but you. Do you masturbate? Yes, I answered, still a little shell-shocked. Thought so. Do you love me? Yes, I replied and we kissed. Julia put her lips to my ears and whispered: I want you to break my hymen. I.