"You never have worn dresses before, have you." "No, I haven't. And before this day, I never even thought to." She smiled, "You are going to be a chal...lenge. I wish I were your mama. It is one thing to help usher a young girl through to womanhood, but one your age? Instead of a saga, we would have a stage production worthy of Broadway." "I don't feel ready to go before large audiences." "And wit, too! Oh, I must have you! There would be no delayed gratification with you." "Let me guess. Miss. His semen was salty, perhaps slightly metallic, but also smoky at the same time. The first thing Daisy thought of was a thick miso soup, which surprised her. In her late nights of research, she’d heard and feared that it was meant to taste terrible, but she was already liking it, perhaps even loving it. Maybe a nice breakfast protein supplement from now on. She thought wickedly, quickly brought back to reality as Max let out a short whine. She was still sucking on his cock, the last of his. You'll be needing a boy's name now..."A shadow swung across the sky. The ship had approached in silence while they were preparing their disguise and deception. The boat rose and fell alarmingly alongside the steep wooden wall of the ship. It was tar-black and scarred. Why had Catherine assumed it would be smooth-sided? She stared up at its terrible height. Way above her head, a row of black and white chequers showed where the guns would be. Guns! A French ship of war. Some refuge, this! They. She lubed him up and then sat back gingerly, taking him up her rear. Then she crooked a finger at another man. He got the idea right away, filling her pussy with his lubed cock. Deliberately looking into the hidden camera, Ellen lay back on the guy in her ass and moaned. The guy on top set the pace, moving back and forth. Ellen closed her eyes and sighed, in heaven again. The problem with liking it when your wife acts slutty, is the implications it’s not just an act. Ellen was a slut. This.