A noticeable southern drawl laced with a british accent (his schooling days) and touched up with the inflections of exotic foreign climes.So what if h...is dark eyes kept darting to the gal's pushed out chest and her deep cleavage... either she was too tipsy or ditzy to notice (Set had a habit of picking up not the cleverest and classiest ladies around), or she didn't care, or was flattered. Attitudes were different here.He draped one lazy arm around her and his hand rested on the side of her. Quickly, he returned to the room where the previous night he'd found powder kegs and several muskets and pistols stored. Lying among the rifles he found several cutlasses and daggers. Zack slipped three nasty looking daggers under his belt, and picked up a cutlass to carry in his right hand. Zack decided it also might be a good idea to start carrying one of the muskets, and perhaps a loaded pistol. Between the daggers he slipped a pistol, and brought along a musket carried in his left hand.Now. Sweet. Jenny tasted sweet and this was very much like Jenny but the hair confirmed what I already knew. It was NOT my Jenny.She was bearing down on me, grinding her cunt onto my mouth. I could smell her juice. It was delicious and I licked. I could feel her hard little clit and loved the moan she gave as I worked it with my tongue. Then just below it. I tiny hole. She loved me probing that. I knew Jenny loved that too, Her piss-hole. It drove her wild especially if she was bursting. " “Take it gay boy, take it all you are homosexual now, a bisexual. There was a long mirror in the room and it reflected us 2 having sex, 2 naked men, sweaty enjoying each other’s body like in the magazines. It stopped being scary and frightening but very enjoyable. He increased the speed of his thrusts and after a few minutes He started grunting and I felt his cock twitch in my ass as he ejaculated hard into the condom. It was incredible; I had not cum but felt so good. The cock slowly became.