“No, my dear boy. You must get away as fast as you can.”“Are you sure--”Benedict interrupted. “Away! Now!”Wayne didn’t need to be told t...hree times.Cameron shivered in the cool storeroom air. Now a naked human and cowering in a corner, Cameron wouldn’t stand out too much from the crowd. After waiting at least fifteen minutes the alarm had stopped and the sounds of panic had died away. It was getting a little too quiet. Did he hear a radio crackle out front? Cameron approached the door on his. Leading them along the planned route. Paul said, “clear” then turned looking down at his cell phone. Jean told Justin to maintain a yard behind them as she stepped up with the boys ahead. Standing between them, he watched as a hand from each boy, gripped Jean's skirt. She said, “my boys want you to have something”. Justin got light headed as he saw her skirt open. Jean's bare ass cheeks were in full view. She stepped forward and he saw a black strand running in her ass cleft and glimpsed the. The reason? I told him on the RT I was horny and desperately needed to be fucked. Thankfully for the ships owners he left the sea altogether about another six months later and we bought a boatyard on the South Coast with his redundancy payoffs.He was an undisputedly brilliant sailor and the yard meant we always had a decent boat ourselves to use, although we kept selling them and using another until that too was "done up" ready for sale. Locals in Bournemouth and the Isle of White ports must. "F-fuuuuuck..." That long familiar, mewling cry echoes through the cockpit of your AvversTech Solo-Exploration Corvette, dragging a tired grin to your lips as you finally focus on something other than your immediate pleasure. Your own reflection grins back down at you from the partially reflective viewscreen, a leggy, pale beauty with a frame better suited to be on the cover of a human porno magazine. Your pointed ears, half-hidden in your close-cut black hair, and your finely featured face.