He has been a constant companion and friend in my life. When my spirit or his needs encouragement, we visit in our dreams. He opened my eyes to mystic...ism. His dream hugs restore rightness in my world, he is still my warrior. That is how I envision him- war paint and buckskin and all! We have kept in touch in the real world, making small talk, celebrating birthdays, sharing milestones and accomplishments. I’m never sure how much to tell him, or not, so I play it safe, not wanting to lose him a. Soon, Captain Hook arrived with a wooden cask of musket balls which he placed into the new frame beneath her bunk. He bade Tink get into her bunk and he secured her well into place with thick leather straps that he’d found beneath his bunk. Tink shivered in anticipation. Hook then said to her, “I see you like your nipples handled Lightning Bug.” “Let’s oblige ye.” From a pocket, Hook produced two lengths of linen fishing line and tied one loosely to each nipple so that it just grabbed the gold. Time sped till it was a blur, and I couldn't fight what my body had been building up to. I shook and screamed as an intense orgasm racked through me. My pussy felt as though it had actually sprung a leak, my juices running out and trickling down his balls. My strong pelvic muscles were clenching around his cock, squeezing and massaging it. “Fuuuucking hell!” He yelled, as his balls started to flex and twitch again unexpectedly. Mark grabbed my hair again using it like some sort of support while. . right after he finished spurting into me, I thought I saw pain in his eyes. Why? It was fleeting, gone in a moment. I must have just imagined it because that smile on his face, the intensity in his blue eyes. His wild, blond hair draped down his rugged features. I shivered beneath him, feeling his emotions. They almost drowned me.“Gods, I love you, brother mine,” I moaned. “Always.”“Always,” he groaned and then rolled off of me. His cock slid to out of my pussy full of his cum.I opened my.