I can hear heels walking down the steps. It is a sexy sound. One I love to hear when I wear my heels. I hear them reach the bottom of the steps and I ...am not able to move my head around to see who it is. I hear a voice. “Hello Elle”. I am in denial and reply, “what, who are you, what do you want”. The voice gets closer right behind my ear and say, “I want you Elle, I want you”. I reply, “Elle, why are you calling me that. That is not my name”. I hear the voice again, “yes your name is Elle, as a. 'I've seen bigger', she responded and then leaned forward to rub her crotch along my face. My cock was getting ever more erect until she let go and I hurriedly pulled up my shorts.'Getting excited were we?', she taunted leaning over me. Still on my back I counted half a dozen pirates smirking and laughing before sitting up. She held out her hand and pulled me up.'You sit there daydreaming, you'll miss the games', she told me.'Thank you', I muttered.The main deck was crowded with girls who had. "Now strangely enough, I knew what she meant. Ever since I could remember, I sometimes put my finger up inside my pussy lips and smelled it. It's a smell I used to love, and still love, even to this day. Mind you, smelling someone else's pussy is much more of a turn-on than just smelling my own. I don't like a really strong stale odor, that smells fishy, but a fresh pussy smell -- yumm. So having smelled my pussy a couple of times, Laura suddenly put her mouth on it. She didn't just touch her. Woman of such deep complexion. Full lips werepainted bright red, while a peacock feather dusted white graced herforehead. The oversized white feather fans contrasted so nicely againstthe blackness of her skin that what tantalizing glances given of herperfect body were enough to give all of Bone's guests fits.Of course, they didn't know what Bones knew. The gangster smiled as hefingered a necklace beneath his coat.Jack Jefferson had been a boxer from down south, too big for hisbreeches but.