What were you thinking about?I looked over to granny her and saw that her knees were about a foot apart as well.We went for a swim and joined an impromptu game of water polo.Well...Then he burst.Luciana pulled the towel away and Febe pushed me into the shower.Mom is no longer profitableThis is the final part of the Moms Profitable story; it take a couple of turns so to understand please read 1 & 2.Luther and Gary sat in Luther’s bedroom discussing their mutual problem, they really wanted to keep fucking Jill but the financial drain Evan (her son) was demanding was now undoable.When I approached the car all he said was that he was going to be late if I didn't hurry up.These were rowdy affairs and despite Emily being his daughter the air Hairy was full of ribald jokes and bawdy laughter.No doubt Emily was used to these sort of evenings having travelled on the ship many a old time before but Tracey found the men’s behaviour to be only slightly higher than that of a savage and she Lesbians spent the nights sitting quietly around the table pretending to be interested in the men’s inane tittle tattle.As far as she were concerned the slaves probably had a better deal cooped up below decks!On one night it had been very stormy and Tracey had been quite frightened, the wind and the rain were ferocious and the ship was listing over alarmingly.Kiss me like your lover.She left it there and leant back as I dried her hair.She went back to her own guest bedroom, so that she could finally get some much-needed sleep.During her departure from John's bedroom, Trish had intentionally left her panties lying on top of John's bed, hoping that he would actually wrap her panties--instead of Val's--around his dick, the next time that he jacked off.* * * * *The next day, young down at the Grand Marquis Hotel, it was almost noon when Lisa finally woke up with a bad hangover. I pause, shuddering as I recall being dragged helplessly towards the sticky pool in the center young of the flower, and then I remember the moment old I admitted defeat and called for help. We have to go there, Leesha insists.At the next junction is a small store room.It’s a granny cornucopia inside, loaded with everything I could need except for what I want - something to wear. Parked Hairy in the room is a two man hoverboard, shining with new chrome and small enough to fit along the tunnel. There is even a rack of blasters of an ancient design. Weapons! But Leesha runs right past all this bounty and continues up the corridor. Perhaps she hasn’t seen it, or realized its potential, although it seemed plainly obvious to me.I call after her in my croaking voice, and she Lesbians pads back towards me. We can be on the peak in minutes on this, I suggest, indicating the board. No… she insists. The other Slavers, the ones who watch us on the cameras and edit footage for the broadcasts, will think it’s too easy for us if we use transport. They’ll tip the Hunters off. The Hunters must believe we’re escaping across the surface for as long as possible. And what about the weapons?