I couldn't tell what she was saying, exactly. I don't think she was really saying anything you were supposed to be able to make out. It was just kind of a chant, y'know? Partly like a groaning noise, but with what kinda sounded like words, too -- all mixed up in there.Well, I wasn't supposed to be hearing any of this at all, much less making out what she was saying. It was just a special language, I think. I imagined she was saying, "Man, this is some first-class fucking, here!" But she didn't say anything, of course, that really sounded anything like that.Dave had told me, while we were still down in Winston-Salem, that maybe the three of us would drive up to Gettysburg, not too far away, up in Pennsylvania, to see the Civil War Battlefield there, on his Thursday off-day. After we got to bed so late last night, I wasn't sure we'd still do it. It wasn't far, but it would take at least a good part of the day to get up there, and have time to see very much, and get back again. I wasn't. It wouldn’t be super-secret anymore if I told you how we went from Slimy Polliwogs to Shellbacks. You’ll just have to cross the line yourself to find out.After the ceremony, daddy did something he didn’t usually do because he knew both of us loved the feel of his cum bomb bursting deep in our little cunts. This time, he had me stand watch, while he took Sammie to the pilothouse bunk and made love to her until she was completely worn out from all the times daddy made her cum. Daddy didn’t cum in her pussy though, he just sent her to bed.Dad checked the AIS and radar, scanned the sea for nav lights, checked the chart, and then took me to bed and fucked my little brains out. After he had been working me over for at least an hour, and I had cum so many times I lost count, I got on my hands and knees, and begged daddy to pound me from behind. He gave me that, “You belong to me, because I know how to push your magic buttons,” look, and gave me exactly what I’d asked for.Daddy slammed his.
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