I weren’t born yesterday, no good ramming me cock at her, I had to be suttle. Now I ent thick or nowt but I couldn’t make head or tail o menu so I thought I woud ask waiter. Porn sex I pressed a bit and me bloody knob end just shot up her soppin’ wet bloody cunt like an Anchor up a hawse pipe.It were bloody heaven. He had his missus go and sort Francis out. Get out.”
“But Captain,” Lady Mc replied but the glint of light off me dagger blade soon changed her bloody tune, “Leave them, get out, get out.”
“Are you about to murder me Captain?” Francis asked. Go without, risk whore house or marry a nob. “Well I reckon you might be just what I’m bloody after. “I hear you got a couple of daughters to offload like?” I says straight out. His place needed a lick of paint and the Butler’s jacket had seen better days. “Take a glass of wine Captain,” he said, “Perhaps.”
“Oh no, no way,” the other daughters insisted and they too rushed away. Marrying a nob seemed best idea. I leaned forward and kissed her neck, her weren’t expecting it, so I kissed me way down across her tits and on down to her mound.
