Once Laura would have thought this was part of his defensive shell. Once it might have been. Now it was just the humor they shared. “What? The paper...work the state sends out for every new policy is the wrong kind?”“Why not?”“Because they’d drown in complaints.” She quickly tore opened the envelope and began to read its contents. She frowned. “This is ridiculous! They didn’t accept your residency claim because you didn’t include a driver’s license number. But that’s not actually required. And they would want it–it was her job to make them want it!"That's enough talk for now. Get on your knees slut, I want you to suck my cock and get me hard. Then I'm going to fuck that naughty pussy and that lovely pink ass, just like I promised!"Already highly aroused and still in a lust fog, Honey didn't put up any resistance to his command, lowering herself slowly to her knees in front of him. Part of her hoped this was all just a bluff to see if she'd do it. She hoped that he would see how. The ship was no longer rocking so he pulled on his boots and, bending low so as not to strike his head, he made his way above decks and found the ship had docked and lines were being tied.The First Mate spied him. "Good morning, sir, we have arrived, the winds were favorable and we made fast passage. We should have the gang plank out shortly." Arron nodded his thanks and stood back while the crew completed the docking procedure.Once the gang plank was run out onto the jetty Arron disembarked.. He's a little taller than me, but thinner. He has short brown/blonde hair that he spikes in the front, and a pair of glasses. I grab his leg, and flip him on his back. He losses his glasses in the process. He jumps up and shoves me onto the couch. He comes towards me, but I push him away with my legs.We both calm down, and Mitch gets his phone back. Clayton turns out the lights and we all go onto the mattress. Mitch is a lot shorter than me, and has short red hair. Most of his face is covered.