Hug?”You know what? His leg is healed just fine and he can run as fast as ever too. Not that I could really get away from him out at sea. The water ...elt surprisingly nice, though I lost yet another pair of sunglasses, never to be seen again.Sometimes I wonder if losing your sense of humor is a sign of advanced senility. Dean is getting older. You know what? When I asked him that very question, he proved my point by throwing me overboard again!Once we had that out of our systems, we got back. Even at her tender age, Bess was just a whore. At seventeen Bess left Holy Mother Church, a mattress strapped to her soul, thinking she might as well be paid for sin. Men soon became lost in her seductive means, and before long, men of means were at her beck and call. At first she only took money, then she collected power. Power, you see, is sometimes an article left behind, like a tie or a handkerchief, and Bess soon discovered, if folded carefully and stored in a safe place, it’s more. She was at least two inchestaller than the biggest member of the crew, even though he outweighed her substantially. "Don't you dare," Kimmie scolded her. "You look great!" Kimmie was right, she did look great. They all did. Their skin was smoothand pimple free, their hair was uniformly thick and glossy, their bodies nearlyglowed with health. The growth spurts had left all of them slender but curvy,which was quite a welcome change for several of the girls. Apparently genetichealth didn't. I moaned again, wanting the friction that came from his cock rather than my own hand. “Mmmm, Daddy, that’s right, right there” I mumbled out. I heard his footsteps come closer. Peeking through my lashes I could see the effort his cock was making at escaping his trousers. Opening my eyes, I looked at my father. He looked at me. We stood silent there for a moment more before my hands started once again to work my pussy. “I want you Daddy” I said. I watched the final battle take place on his face.