Won’t that add more than a day t’ the trip?” Belita asked over his shoulder. “Also, it’s heading intae storm season. Those waters might turn... ugly inna moment.”“It will take longer at first, yes. We’ll make up the time though,” Will said tracing his finger along the map. “The storms are on our side right now. This time of year there’s a good current and a northerly that could shave up to a week off our trip. There won’t be a storm while we pass though, but they’re gathering strength and we can. She looked like she was in her early thirties and I could see no sign of a wedding band. She wore black stretch pants and a loose white sweater. She was not tall. Her head came up to about my neck. Her hair was brown and she wore it to her shoulders and curled up at the ends. It looked a little old fashioned. Her figure was good, nicely proportioned and she had a way of walking that drew my attention to her backside and made me feel guilty. I don’t know why. It was certainly not the first. ‘To have you suffer an anal prolapse,’ he said. I joked with him that this was never going to happen because I was so tight but he maintained that it could be done under control.I left Christian’s house in disbelief. No way was I going to suffer a prolapse. I had seen too many on Xhamster and didn’t feel it was safe or desirable. Nonetheless, Christian referred me to more prolapse videos. I pretended to just go along with him, never believing that he would achieve his desire or even attempt it.. Please take a moment to vote for my story. Thank you! Ccollins2009 * Gerrard pulled the tanned leather away, from the window, to allow the first rays of early dawn to enter his sleeping chambers. Looking out over Tara he smiled to see his people preparing themselves for the day. If the weather held, the fishermen should be able to bring in a bountiful haul. Soon, the farmers would be sowing seed as well. Gerrard was pleased to see that his people were still prospering even under the threat of.