Quickly he carried out Pedro's order and a moment later the Hawk began turning away from the Spanish vessel. In the process he brought the portside of... the Hawk perpendicular to the Spanish ship so that the guns below could engage the enemy vessel.At that moment Pedro and Bartholomew were joined on the poop deck by Ibrahim and his manservant. The old scholar came rushing up the stairway from the main deck in a flap of robes looking as energetic as boy of sixteen. Behind him the big black man who. She opened her mouth to talk but found that it was dry and coarse, nothing escaping her mouth except a thin raspy voice which she presumed to be her voice. Worry began to plague her thoughts as she frantically searched her memory in vain attempt to piece together all that was missing from the night before. It was coming back slowly, although only in fragments. What happened last night? She faintly remembered it, it was a clear night and she had agreed to go out with her friends to celebrate the. Why was this turning him on? He couldn't understand it, but he instinctively lifted them to his nose. He shocked himself as he sniffed them, he could smell his daughters pussy aroma, his cock pulsed and he felt sick. It was confusing him as the realisation of what he was doing made him feel sick, but for some strange reason it turned him on. He fought the urge to rub his cock hard and cum in them, so he laid still and gently stroked his length, listening out all the time for movement. Stepping into the suite, I felt as if a previously-unnoticed weight had just been lifted from my shoulders. ‘Relieved?’ my big brother asked as he ensured the door was closed and locked behind us, and only then did I realize that I had given a big sigh of relief. I nodded as he approached me, opening his arms. Eagerly, I stepped into his embrace, hugging him fiercely, his heartbeat comforting in a way I had never noticed during our many hugs in the past. For several minutes, we stood in the.