Up to the point in my story where I left off last night, Katie had the worst part of it. She was yet to have sessions that would surprise you. Though ...she hasn’t gone as wild for sex as I have, she’s not far behind.Something happened during those four days Peter that changed our lives forever; it changed the Wreckers too. I don’t know if it was because of Katie and Me, or if points were just intersecting where all of the characters in the story came together ... predestined to have some kind of. I continued my conversation, glancing up furtively occasionally, but at no moment did she acknowledge me or look in my direction. Slowly though, she shifted, so that every so often my view would get better. My conversation companions were oblivious, they did not have the same angle of vision and in any case they were entertained talking about this and that. I finished my meal and went to fetch a new plate with some pieces of fruit, seizing the occasion to adjust my bench so that my viewpoint. On top of pushing my panties inside of me, he said they all planned to fuck me, with them inside me. "That should make you happy, our sperm won't get passed them so you won't get pregnant from us."He released my neck and ordered me to walk around, showing the guys what they were about to fuck. I could feel the lace of my panties rubbing the inner walls of my pussy as I walked around the room. That feeling plus the looks the guys were giving me was getting me hot for cock. Without thinking, I. She had been unhealthily fascinated ever since learning of Anna deGranville’s time as a captive of the French pirate Philippe Merlion. The Black Falcon, the sailors called him, and to this day spoke of him in tones of fear and reverence. What had it been like for her mother? Nearly two years had passed between the day her ship was taken and the day she was ransomed back to her frantic husband, all of this well before Constance was born. Two years in the hands of the Black Falcon. Had he kept.