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All references to the Wodaabe tribe are absolutely accurate. Excuse any inaccuracies with regards to time and distance, I have sailed on many seas but I am not a navigator, It seemed to be group sex forever that we had been searching for the slavers. In fact, for five weeks now, we had been cruising the southern islands of the Caribbean. We had sighted them once, two ships close to the horizon, but near enough for the best top man to be able to make out their sail rig, we knew it was them. Their course had suggested that they were making for Guiana in South America, they were trying to run the blockade of the Royal Navy, that had been set up after most European countries had outlawed slavery But then, the hurricane had struck, it was one of the worst in living memory, and it had come upon us with so little warning, no time at all to make for a safe haven, especially if you were too far from land. Any ships caught at sea were in serious trouble, especially anything small, the blowjob only safe place was one of the well-sheltered harbours. We were close to land but with no suitable harbour close by, we had no choice but to run before the wind. This in itself has not been easy, we had only just managed to clear the tip of one island, in constant danger of the wind driving us ashore, where we would have foundered on the vicious rocks we could see all too clearly, just a hundred yards off our beam. The slavers had faced exactly the same predicament, but their course had allowed them to pass to the east of the islands, where-as, we had been forced to the west. For three days we rode the storm, sails ripped away, spars broken like match-sticks, mountainous seas battering the ship. Most of the crew had never before been so frightened, even some of the older hands, who had experienced the Bay of Biscay at its worst, had looked apprehensive. I couldn’t comprehend how we had not lost a mast. By the time it had started to ease, we barely had a sail left intact. A chaos of hanging ropes and railings smashed. Even two guns had broken adrift below, smashing everything in their path, before the Chief Gunner and his gun crews somehow managed to secure them safely once more. The sailmaker and his team were now working like trojans, stitching and patching whatever was available, in an attempt to give us sufficient sail so we could gain headway, to once more set a course. The First Mate reported to the Captain, that although the ship had sprung at least two planks below the waterline, for the moment the pumps were coping well enough at college keeping the water in the bilges at a safe level. But, he pointed out we could only manage a few days of pumping before we ran out of men fit enough to man the pumps. Quite a number were carrying injuries, such as a broken arm or a badly turned ankle, the doctor had been kept busy. We needed to make a landfall where the ship could be careened, to allow repairs to be carried out, re-caulking the sprung planking. The slavers Hardcore had disappeared, they could be anywhere by now if they had survived the storm that is. Perish the thought, of the plight of those poor souls, chained below decks, life would have been sheer hell for them, and no chance of survival should their ship have suffered any mishap. The slavers would not have released them from their prison, they would have drowned, chained where Big Boobs they were. The Captain had decided that we set a course that would take us between Granada and St. Vincent, allowing us a vague chance of sighting our prey. Failing any sighting, we would continue north to St. Lucia, a suitable place to carry out the necessary repairs we needed. IT BURNS SO BAD. If anyone needs me, I’ll be outside, using the snow to try and numb my dick.” I turned around and started limping towards the door. "Am i not doing it right?" Amazement doesn’t quite cover the expression Piper and Addison gave as Hardcore they examined the picture then back at group sex me. I asked, but Daisy didn’t answer so I continued, After a few seconds Jake pulls out and the woman gasps. I couldn't stimulate her nipples through the tape, but I kneaded her titty flesh between my fingers, alternately squeezing tightly and hefting their weight with my Big Boobs hand. Playing it randomly. They kept their loaded weapons tensed and ready as their heads swiveled college on static bodies, searching with the keen, hunter-eyes of the elves. My breasts felt alive, drinking in the feel of Mom's boobs and blowjob Dad's cock. When she felt him stop moving, she braced herself, ready to accept him spewing his cum inside her body. It was happening. “I will never be that fucking nerd's whore!” Paris howled. The talk grew quiet and the young girl even crept out from between her sheets and padded to the doorway of her room, trying to hear where the conversation was going.