My breasts bounced happily in the water and my nipples enjoyed being flicked by the hot tingling ripples. I pushed myself down, placed my hand between... my thighs and started to rub my pussy lips once more. I used my other hand to rub my ass cheeks, pulling them apart, as he did to get deeper inside me. I scratched my nails against the bottom of the bath as I started to gently rub my asshole. I scratched hard like I had struggled to whilst the water run over our steamy wet bodies in the shower. I. “Count on us. We’re with you now, even if not before,” Obadiah grinned while about forty or so Black Panthers gathered around us.“Let’s give ‘em Hell!” the Black Panther leader shouted as they began rushing at the surprised and disoriented fascists.“Fuck ‘em all!” another voice shouted as members of the Black Queer Liberation Front joined in the combat.The leader of that group was a very obvious drag queen, not that anyone cared. Her XO was either a bull or butch dyke, I couldn’t be sure which,. I turned back to Miranda, leaning in close to her, and said, "You really wish me to be their Captain Esme?" No, you little strumpet," she said fondly. "I wish ye to be Captain Miranda, and so never to let those cock-stroking bastards know that they got me. Let the legend of Miranda and her Sapphic seafarers live forever!" she cried, and then a kind of racking overtook her, and in a moment, she was gone.I stood up, facing a doubtful if not indeed hostile crew, and knew that if I were not to take. " I told Jordan as I set the wine and glasses down. "Let's go and have a shower." Jordan was naked in a flash and prodded me to hurry up. The shower was a fairly quick one, even with some 'touchy-feely' playing. I guess Jordan was anxious to get on with 'the real thing'."How do we do this?" Jordan asked as we went into the bedroom. "Well one of us lies on their back and the other kneels with their knees on either side of the other person's chest facing that person's feet. It's usually easier if.