We'll have to get a van to drive me around for a while. But, I'm home." God that's great! I mean, not your injury. That's terrible, but you're home! ..... How come you're not excited at seeing me, or being home or..." No, no ... I am excited at seeing you. See this bulge in my pants? That's not a handgun I've got in my pocket. It's just that ... I mean ... I trust you." There's a 'but' in that sentence, isn't there?" Yeah, I guess there is. I mean it's been nearly eighteen months since we've been. She slowly stroked the cock and she played with his balls.“Suck my balls,” said John.She stroked his hard cock while she took each of the hairy balls into her mouth one at a time. She then started going down on the cock, but not too far in before she started gagging. John pulled out.“Suck my cock and don’t gag,” said John.She started sucking again and she did a decent job. Then John pulled it out.“What did I do wrong?” asked Devon.“Nothing much just now I’m taking you virginity,” said John.He. I was certainly in no hurry totrade bodies with Parish, but if I was going to do this I wanted to beprofessional about it.Parish hesitated, looking nervous for the first time since we hadhooked up in Paris. I was a little startled by this reaction, but shequickly covered it up and agreed to my suggestion. A few minutes later,we were sitting in her living room with the device in hand, staring atit intently."To be honest," Parish told me, staring at the device and then me witha look of. He turned to see a man about to bring his machete down on his head when he heard a loud roar from a short distance away. The man with the machete flew off to the side, blood seeping from numerous wounds. Ted was standing a short distance away with a shotgun, the barrel still smoking, clutched in his left hand. Steve nodded as he quickly replaced the magazines in his guns.The deck was littered with dead and dying pirates. Those that were still standing suddenly decided the fight was not going.