Speaking of artillery, I visited our cruise missile launcher. I laughed at its crew for breaking their tools, but I also congratulated them on being o...n target with their very first war-shot. They had eliminated, by themselves, the single most dangerous threat to Widemouth. With it out of the way, all we had to do was keep the remaining pirates outside of the wall and we would all be fine.I also named their crossbow the “Killer Bee”, as it could kill anything it stung but also killed itself.. Purring sounds were coming from her when she laved the tip of his cock before she’d engulf him completely; her pink tongue slobbering and lubricating his shaft. He raised his head and his eyes, scanning my naked body reflected in the mirror like an x-ray, shamelessly exposed for his pleasure as his slut was feasting on his cock and balls like a down home Texas barbecue. Swiping his stiff tool with her flattened tongue and relishing its flavor and working his cock like a cherry flavored blow-pop. Entered the other side of the booth. We weren't really supposed to know who was on the other side, but after you've talked to people and got to know their voice and their manner of speaking, it wasn't too difficult to be certain who was visiting.Rebecca told me her story, some of which I knew, but the sexual thoughts she rattled off were not something I would have expected from her. Rebecca was probably in her late 40s, and told me she was a mom to two teenage girls and an 8-year old boy. I. I remember almostfainting tat first night at the show, the other transvestites (rememberthis was 1978 and that is what we were called) and even more so what welearned were all the men, the tranny chasers we learned they were called.Needless to say Cindy and I quickly became regulars and went almost everySaturday night. By this time Cindy and I were more than just friends butwe soon started taking advantage of the availability of fresh meat beforeus at Golddiggers. The more experienced girls.