Timothy Burton Dowdy.”“Okay, Burt, you got it buddy.”“Later, Jack.”It took an additional two weeks to get the E2 back again. The CG chief ha...d laid down a whole new keel guard plate and warned me, when he dropped it off, to go easy on the throttle until I got used to it.“Oh? Why is that?”“Besides the eight, almost nine tons of gold we got out of here? Remember I told you that the motors had been replaced? Think how powerful they are if they were pushing this boat, plus nine tons, to twenty plus. For the countless times as a child he’d listen to her getting fucked and stroke his cock. Jon wanted his mother to walk in on him. And see for herself that her son was sliding his hand up and down his thick cock, and or Jennifer to know that all these years her son Jon had been drooling over the thought of her, of her pussy, of her getting fucked by every guy in town. Know that her son Jon had licked every inch of her dildos and that he’d pray each time that they might still be slick with her. Bambi was fine with occasionally getting fucked by a darker buck in front of her buckfriend, but after a few cuckolding sessions Faline wanted it more and more often, to the point where Bambi saw no point in remaining with him. She was a doe who wanted variety.By and large, most bucks Bambi had been with had been truly satisfying sexual partners. Of course, she'd even experimented with a doe before, on several occasions and once with two at the same time while a buck she had been dating. I was fine with various forms of sexuality, but not as part of any fantasy actually involving me.I was just about to hit the shutdown icon on my computer when I got an e-mail from Bella Luna 828.BellaLuna814, of course, was the mystery e-mailer who had somehow changed my luck with the challenge. Was 828 the same woman or someone who knew her?It was three in the morning, but I couldn't stop myself from reading another BellaLuna e-mail. After all, I hadn't heard from her since before I'd made my.