"Go get dressed, girlie! We wouldn't want anyone around here to mistake you for a man, now would we?" Bill was mortified! Even more humiliating was th...e fact that he now had a raging hard-on! A fact that was not lost on his wife, who made sure it was obvious to everyone by reaching down and smoothing his pants between his legs. "Hmm, I see that idea appeals to you, eh? Well, I have just the dress for a sissy like you, too!" Put on a dress? You can't mean that," Bill whimpered, a little quivering. Time stood still while she tried to think over her lustful state and her son's cock. This was beyond her fantasies. But for some reason not beyond her kinky nature or the pleasure she got from her sons ogling. She started to move her mouth up and down Tim's cock picking up the speed each time. She sucked his cock with more wanton lust then the first two, caressing his balls, lick the shaft and head, rubbing it on her face as she move up and down it. As she took him deep into her throat her body. All I wanted was him to rub around my sweet spot and boy he did that well and not just well, he did it roughly. The friction provided me with the required pressure that I was so in need of from months and after an hour of teasing and oral sex, after fucking for so long like a bitch, I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I screamed his name loud and my juices gushed out of my pussy and I could feel his release too filling my pussy. We came together and I didn’t fucking care. The sound of the final. The voyage had been only mildly successful but at least we had not come to grief in coming in the sights of any Spanish heavily armed men of war or French naval brigs. We were only two small privateers operating out of the Dry Tortugas and no match for a fighting ship of the line. Our only defense was the speed of our hull and the filled sails that let us escape time and again.Most of the crew was occupied down below still sporting the two female English indentured servants who were pressed.