.. for her nearly a year ago, and she remains my responsibility until she is eighteen. She is bright and hard-working, and has a good chance of overco...ming a poor start in life. She's like a daughter to me, and I won't have her bullied." She stays, I go!" Very well, Jemima. It's your choice. Pack your things, I'll have Bert drive you to the station and get you a first-class ticket back to London. Anything that's too much for you to manage on the train, leave on the bed and I'll have it sent on.". Once the bulkheads have been raised again, we can splice the main brace!"The men broke out in a cheer. To "splice the main brace" meant an extra ration of grog for the crew. Anson felt that they had deserved it. He himself would enjoy a glass of French brandy to settle his nerves after their narrow escape. He forced his mind away from the "what if" thinking. The two prizes with their valuable cargoes would easily sell for £5,000 apiece, likely adding £2,500 to his own already considerable. Even more so when my fingers begin plucking on that nipple, rolling it, stretching it, making her whimper her pleasure. Or is it my tongue circling around the areola of her other nipple? Savouring it. Licking at the hard pebble-like lump of it.Sara, despite keenly soaking up my attentions, has unbuttoned my shirt completely, and one hand is busy stroking over my whole chest while the other ruffles through my hair, at the same time pushing my face into her eager breasts. Her movement, my. My fingers slipped under her sweater, still at her waist, and rested there, reveling in the feel of her incredibly smooth skin. My hand warmed from the touch, my fingers tingling, as I pressed my palm hard against her back.She moaned again, and pulled me even harder to her. I took that as a good sign. My hand on her waist, almost on its own, began to slide up her side under the sweater, tracing the hidden musculature just under the soft layer of skin. My fingers felt the rough cotton and.