Patreon LogoYour support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)

The Only Rules That Matter (TheCorsair, Madame Mim)

Tia Dalma let Jack snatch the compass from her hand and examined it. She craned her neck slightly to watch the needle spin until it stopped, barely hearing that he would do this only because he wanted to go home. So did she, and she had been away from home for much longer than he had. She looked up as he started walking, smiling as she followed.

"The sea is in your blood, witty Jack," she crooned, "and you've a touch of destiny about you. Care for your family now, Jack, but the sea is a jealous mistress. Who's to say you'll need convincing?" The goddess grinned as she followed him out of another door. She had never seen that door before. She supposed it had been hidden from her by magical means. Angry as she was, she had to hand it to Davy Jones; he was certainly thorough.

~*~

"Well, oftentimes just having a man around is enough to keep any sort of common criminal away," Jenny said with a shrug as she pushed in the last few chairs. "You've been such a great help. I know the children have felt safer, too."

Mrs. Sparrow looked up when Ben spoke again, sounding hesitant. She smiled when he pointed out that there was a rough crew in port. "Ben, if I needed a man around every time there was a rough crew in port, I'd never go anywhere alone! I was just worried about those pirates...I don't know where John is or what he's gotten himself into, but he's going to have a lot of explaining to do when he gets home!" She moved around the tavern, blowing out all the lamps except one for her father and Peter who were still working in the back.

Let me walk you home one last time, just for my peace of mind?" Ben offered. "Beth's Hound is setting sail in the morning, and then it's just fishermen and the like."

Jenny put her fists on her hips, smiling with soft eyes. "Alright," she acquiesced. "Once. I've lived in this town about half my life and I won't have anyone thinking I suddenly can't take care of myself." She shook her head a little and motioned to the door. "Let's get the children and go."

Sarah and Elizabeth were the best sisters-in-law Jenny could have asked for. While Jenny and Peter helped in the tavern, Sarah didn't feel it was a woman's place to work and Sean made enough as a solicitor that Elizabeth didn't need to work so they helped Mary with the children during the day. She felt less guilty asking her mother to watch her kids when they played and learned with their cousins and aunties all day. Today seemed to have been a bit more exhausting than usual, as most of the children were asleep when she walked in and Jack was still fighting it.

"Foot races up and down the street all day," Sarah whispered with a smile as she handed the sleeping Anne to her mother. "Anne got to be the judge of who won."

Jenny smiled and shook her head. "At least they included her. Ben can you get the twins, please?" Lucy and Brigid had also passed out next to each other by the hearth. "Jack c'mon. Let's go home and get you to bed."

"But I'm not sleepy!" Jack's normal speaking voice after the whispers sounded like shouting and all four women winced.

"Of course you're not sweetheart. But just in case, and I need help with Anne and the babies. Now c'mon." She held out her free hand, which Jack took and held onto as he shuffled up the street in the dark.
 
"Who's to say you'll need convincing?"

Jack snorted, an amused and contemptuous sound. "I'm saying," he said, "that I'm done with all this... this magic. Promised my Jenny I'd leave it be, I did, and look where it's gotten me when I didn't. Half-strangled by a corpse, chased about by the Good Neighbors with naught to show for it but a dried-out old apple that didn't live up to the stories, and forced across the Arctic Circle whether I like it or not."

Pausing at a junction in the halls of the pyramid, he eyed the compass. The needle wobbled a bit, then swung left. "No, I'm done. I'm Jack Sparrow,and nobody tells me what to do."

His boots clicked on the stone floor in silence.

"Well, maybe my Jenny. But only because I let her!"


Ben smiled as Jenny relented, and tried to keep too much of his excitement out of his expression. "All right," he agreed, "let's go get your children."

He followed her out the door and around to the Dolan house, enjoying the sway of her hips as she walked. He found himself wondering how they'd look, how they'd feel moving against him as he plowed into her, and then he forced himself to look away and concentrate on something else. Anything else. She was a married woman, after all. Even if she was married to some bastard whoreson who'd all but abandoned her to run off to sea and leave her to keep house and care for four children as best she could.

If he was John Sparrow, he knew, he wouldn't have left. He'd have been a man, and stayed to take care of her so she didn't have to work. Stayed to make sure she was properly taken care of, two or three times a night. Because she'd not be satisfied with less, he knew. Not satisfied with less than his manhood buried in her, her body heaving beneath his as he plowed her good and proper, eyes glazed with lust as she begged him for...

He bit his lip, and made a show of studying the paving stones in front of the Dolan house as Jenny went in to get Jack and Anne and the babies. Something else. Anything else. Anything but the throbbing ache in his loins at the images going through his mind. "And as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness," he mumbled to himself, trying to remember his Bible lessons, "even so must the Son of man be lifted up: that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have eternal life."

Oh God, Ben! So good! The image, the thought of her begging for him as he filled her, threatened to overwhelm the scripture.

"For God so loved the world," Fuck me Ben! "that he gave his only begotten Son," Like that, Ben! "that whosoever believeth in him..." Harder! "should not perish," Unnnh! Bennnn! So... so... good..! "but have everlasting..." I'm cumming, Ben! I'm cumming for YOU! "life."

Shifting awkwardly, ashamed of his thoughts, he watched as Jenny emerged from the house with her children. Falling in behind her, he tried to forget the way his imagination painted her expression as he filled her with his seed. Tried to ignore the trobbing ache in his trousers. She was a married woman, after all.



Jack peered down the long, torch-lit hallway. "Well, should be smooth sailing from here," he said. "The way out's just down there, at the end."

17 For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved.
 
"The Good Neighbors are not so good, hmm?" Tia Dalma chuckled darkly. She'd had her fair share of run-ins with the fae folk and was more than happy to say out of their way if they stayed out of hers. "No, no one tells Jack Sparrow what to do. He is his own man and will decide for himself when it is time to return to the sea."

Tia Dalma followed closely, the slap of her bare feet on stone not echoing off of the walls. She sniggered at the thought of Jack Sparrow never returning to the ocean. If nothing else, she would see to that, but even so the sea was in his blood. It had been in his father, and his father's father, generations of Teagues had been sea faring men and she saw no reason for that to change. In fact, she would ensure it wouldn't. She raised her eyebrow as Jack announced it would be smooth sailing from here.

"You seem sure of yourself." But still she said nothing more and simply followed.

~*~

It was dark in the street and Jenny was a little blinded when she stepped out of the warmly lit house into the night; she couldn't see Ben's troubled thoughts or indiscretion. Instead she was busy with arms full of babies. She'd realized he hadn't followed her in and instead now handed Lucy to him.

"Here, could you take the twins please?" she murmured quietly, stepping close to him as she handed her child over. "Jack, give Mr. Ben your sister." The boy had been holding Brigid as best he could, but Jenny didn't quite trust a sleepy eight-year-old handling a toddler. Sure enough they hadn't gotten very far down the street when Jack tugged on her hand.

"Mumma my legs hurt!"

His legs didn't hurt. He was sleepy and didn't want to walk across town. With a sigh Jenny knelt to wrap her arm around Jack, who promptly clung to his mother and laid his head on her shoulder as she stood. "Soon I won't be able to pick you up anymore!" she said lightly. "You're getting to be such a big boy! Eight is a very important age, you know."

"Mumma I want Daddy to carry me!"

Jenny saw the train of thought immediately--it was one that ran at least once a week, after all--and it broke her heart. "Daddy won't be home for a while, sweetheart," she said softly, not for the first time and certainly not for the last.

"But you said he'd be home for my birthday! And Lucy an' Brigid's birthday's tomorrow and he's gonna miss that, too!" It was always the same when Jack was overtired and prone to getting upset easily. "When's Daddy gonna come home?"

"Soon, love."

"You said that at Easter, too!"

"I know sweets. I just...Daddy's boat is taking longer than expected to get home." What else was she supposed to say? That she had no idea where on God's green earth her husband was? "There's lots of storms and stuff out at sea. He's coming to see you as fast as he can."

"Then why don't we get letters anymore?" Jack demanded, rubbing his eyes clear of sleep and tears.

Tears stung Jenny's eyes, too, but she blinked them back. It was something she'd been wondering for a long time, and hoped that at the very least Captain Teague would come back with an answer to it. Why was it her husband had become less reliable than his estranged pirate father? Instead of admitting that she didn't know, she simply kissed her son's head and rested her cheek against it.

"Well, ships need a lot of people to run them and it takes a lot of work," she explained slowly. "I'm sure that keeps Daddy very busy and tired. Or maybe the ships bringing his letters are getting caught in storms, too. There's lots of things that might keep his letters from getting to us on time." Jenny looked over at Ben for help. On his shoulder, Lucy had stuffed her fist into her mouth as she slept. The twins would be two tomorrow...and they probably didn't know who their father was.

Jack eventually fell quiet and Jenny made no effort to strike up conversation with her escort the rest of the way home. She was thinking and trying very hard not to let out all of the emotions her son's topic had dragged to the surface. Once home, Jenny managed to kick open the door and invite Ben in. She left it open, of course, to avoid any accusations of impropriety. Lord knew there was enough of that just being married to John, with everyone knowing who his mother was. Anne was still sound asleep, as was Jack, as she laid them each in their beds in their respective rooms. She directed Ben with a nod of her chin to the third room on that wing of the cottage where the twins slept. Once everyone was down for the night Jenny made to go to her own room to collapse, but remembered Ben and switched directions to walk him out of the house.

"Thank you for everything, Ben," she said softly as they stood on the front step. "You don't know how beholden I am to you for what you've done for us. I really don't know how to thank you enough." Standing on her toes, Jenny kissed his cheek gently and smiled one last time. "Goodnight." She left him on the step, closing the door behind her before retiring to her own room.
 
Jenny's lips on his cheek burned like coals, sending warmth and heat flooding through his blood. Damn it, what was Whoreson John thinking! Here she was, having to work as if she were a widow while John gallivanted around! Probably had whores in every port, too. He didn't deserve as fine and beautiful a woman as Jenny!

"Goodnight," she said with a gentle smile, her moss-green eyes lingering on him as she closed the door. He stood there for a moment, trembling. He knew how she could thank him enough, but... No. She'd done the right thing. She knew John was no good, the same as he did - he'd seen the trace of tears in her eyes as she kissed him. John was no good. But, she could allow no hint of scandal. She wouldn't allow any. Not a fine and upstanding woman like Jenny Sparrow.

What a pity she was Catholic. But he had no doubt that, once John Sparrow was out of the picture - once she had proof that he was an adulterer, and her marriage was annulled - she'd renounce her Papist ways and join him in holy wedlock under the sacraments of God's Church of England.


"You seem sure of yourself."

There was a smug note in Tia Dalma's voice that galled him. "Of course I am," he answered. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."

Bootheels clicked on the stone floor. He felt his muscles tense, expecting something to go wrong. Anything. Poison darts from the walls. Or a boulder rolling down the hall after them. Or a pit of serpents. But, all that happened was he pushed the door open and stepped out blinking into the sunlight. "Voila!" he said.

Then he saw it. A second ship in the harbor. "Oh, bloody hell," he swore. "Now what?"


Ben was nearly a quarter mile down the road, when he stopped. She was all alone in that house. Well, yes. There were children there as well. But they'd be no help, if someone from the Beth's Hound forced his way in... Hesitating, he turned back towards the house. Then back towards home. Then back, then home again.

"I'll just... go look. Quick like," he said to himself. "Make sure she's all right." With that, he began slouching back up the path towards the Sparrow house.
 
Tia Dalma blinked in the blinding light. It had been a century since she had seen anything so bright; her chamber had been lit mostly by candles and a golden glow she had conjured for herself. Her eyes hurt. Damn her humanity! She would punish Jones and the Brethren Court for this if it were the last thing she did! Once her eyes had adjusted to the sudden bright light, she too spotted the ship in the harbor but unlike John she recognized it and smiled.

"It seems you are not the only one young Jennifer tells to do things," she suggested with a laugh. "Or he was too afraid to tell her no. The wrath of a woman is more powerful than all things."

Surely enough, Teague met them in the harbor. He greeted John cordially, but looked solemn. "It's time ta stop gallivantin about, Jackie," he said seriously as he handed Jack a letter.

John,

I don't know where you've gone or what you're doing, but you must come home immediately. This isn't a request. Some men came into the pub last night and threatened us--the children, me, my parents, all of us--because you'd done something to anger someone called the 'Brethren Court.' I don't know whether you regret marrying so young before seeing the world properly, but I'll not have our children put in danger for your wanderlust. I'm sending this with Captain Teague as I trust him most to find you and will be awaiting either your return or his; your choice. Come home, John. Immediately.

Love,
Jenny

"She was mighty displeased last I saw 'er, mate," Teague said once Jack had finished the letter. "The Brethren Court voted against me, sent some thugs to rough up that pub her ol' pa's got. Be right surprised if she hadn't changed the locks by now." He hitched up his belt and shifted his weight back on his heels, looking at his son. "I promised her I'd drag ye home one way er t'other, Jack. Ye gots a good woman waitin' fer ye, but if this--" he motioned to Hyperborea then out to the open ocean "--if this is what ye want, well she deserves an explanation face-ter-face. I know ye think I'm one ter talk, but if I'da known yer ma weren't happy, if I hadn'a thought she were with a richer, better man 'n me, I'da done right by ye both." He eyed his son up and down, waiting to see whether Jack would choose his wife over his mistress.

~*~

There was a gap in the bedroom curtains that Jenny usually paid no mind. The window looked out over the garden, and then to the forest beyond; it wasn't like anyone could casually look in through that little sliver and see her. Sighing, exhausted, she slowly peeled off each layer of clothing and put it away for tomorrow. Once she was naked, she rinsed her body with a cloth from the basin. A gentle groan escaped her lips at the wondrous feeling of the grime of the day being scrubbed away and she closed her eyes, smiling a little as she remembered the few times John had caught her round the waist and thrown her onto the bed or pushed her onto her knees while she was trying to wash in this basin. Where was he? Didn't he realize the children needed him? That she needed him?

Her washing done, she set the cloth down and stood in front of the full-length mirror opposite their door to carefully comb through her hair. If she were too rough her curls would become frizz, then she would have to wash her hair, too. Slowly she pulled the pins out of her hair and admired the way it looked as it fell to her hips before shaking it out and pulling it over her shoulder to comb. Hair slid over her nipples, which felt a little funny since they were so stiff from the cold. Carefully she picked her way through her firey curls before pulling them back into a careful, loose braid for bed.

Occasionally Jenny took the time to look over her form, and this was one of those moments. Frowning slightly, she looked carefully at her face and body. There were light freckles across her face, though they were more numerous on her shoulders and down her shapely back. Those had never bothered John, though. But there were the stretch marks, silver and livid against her pale skin running across her tummy under her bellybutton and down the insides of her thighs. They'd almost been gone before, but the twins had really done a number on her body. She stood sideways, her front facing the window. She had softer padding around her rear and hips than when John had met her and while that bothered her, he'd always insisted it just meant she was easier to hold against him. She supposed that was true, especially when he put her on her hands and knees in front of him and he...

Jenny's face was flushed pink, but it wasn't from embarrassment. Silently she admitted to herself that maybe she had just been looking for a reason for John to have left them like this and put them in danger. She was mad at him, but she could never stay mad. Not when she missed him so much. Walking away from the mirror, she knelt under a bed and rifled through the little box in which she kept her husband's letters until she found the one she wanted. Sometimes they dared to bet a little risque in their letters, and Jenny was feeling risque. Pushing the box back under the bed with her foot, she crawled in and laid sprawled in the middle, legs spread far and hair around her on the pillows like a halo. She was so tired...but she desperately wanted to have a piece of John with her right now, and in moods like that she would read his letters until she fell asleep, often waking in the middle of the night for just long enough to blow out the candle. Settling down on the bed, Mrs. Sparrow absently touched herself as she read. Her first two fingers circled a peaked nipple before straying between her breasts, then down her chest and stomach. They stopped briefly around her navel, but soon moved on. Her fingers made it between her thighs and gently parted her lower lips, lightly and absently touching herself as she read over John's words, imagined he was actually saying and doing these things to her. She closed her eyes and sighed, letting the letter fall onto the bed. If only he were here...
 
Jack was, in a word, shocked by the sight of his father in the harbor. But he hardly registered what the man said, his eyes falling on the letter in his hand. Greedily he snatched it from Captain Teague, tearing it open and devouring the contents. As he did, the joy and elation drained from him, replaced with horror and fear and fury.

"She was mighty displeased last I saw 'er, mate," Teague said once Jack had finished the letter. "The Brethren Court voted against me, sent some thugs to rough up that pub her ol' pa's got. Be right surprised if she hadn't changed the locks by now."

"They did what?" Jack demanded, restraining himself from lashing out at Teague by the barest of margins. "Those bastards!"

He hitched up his belt and shifted his weight back on his heels, looking at his son. "I promised her I'd drag ye home one way er t'other, Jack. Ye gots a good woman waitin' fer ye, but if this--" he motioned to Hyperborea then out to the open ocean "--if this is what ye want, well she deserves an explanation face-ter-face."

Seemingly at a loss for words, Jack watched his father with wild, furious eyes. Little noises of anger escaped his lips, but no coherent words joined them.

"I know ye think I'm one ter talk, but if I'da known yer ma weren't happy, if I hadn'a thought she were with a richer, better man 'n me, I'da done right by ye both." He eyed his son up and down.

"Damn your eyes, man! I was trying to get home!" Jack stepped towards his father, as if ready to strike the man. "The Lord Cavernon was driven before a gale for a week, like a... a... like a feather in a hurricane!" He gestured wildly, taking in Hyperborea and Tia Dalma all at once. "I wanted no part of this, or your Brethren Court, or of magic, or anything else! I wanted to go home!"

His chest heaved with passion as he struggled for breath. "And as soon as the ship's repaired, I'm going." He jabbed a finger into his father's chest. "And you tell your precious Pirate Brotherhood that, if they ever threaten my Jenny again, I'll find them." His eyes were hard. "I'll find all of them, root them out from where they hide, and I'll hang them from their own masts."

Wheeling in a fury, he jabbed a finger at Tia Dalma. "And you, sea goddess! This was your doing." He held up the compass. "And I've got this, the price of your freedom. But you put my Jenny in danger, and if I don't have fair winds and smooth sailing from here to Dover, I'll put you back in there myself!"


Ben moved silently through the Sparrow's garden. He had to be silent, after all. If Jenny was in trouble, he needed every advantage to be able to help her. And if she wasn't..? Then he needed to slip away, without alarming her.

The house was dark and silent, which was surely a good thing. Except for some candlelight in one window, mostly obscured by curtains. Surely, if anything was happening, it would be there? He crept closer, crouching, trying not to be seen. Musn't be seen, because if she's in trouble I'll need the edge. And I don't want to embarrass her... He slipped up to the window, and peered in - just one eye, keeping his face as hidden as possible.

Jenny was in there, naked on her bed.

For a moment he didn't know what to make of it. Had she been pushed down? Was she about to... But, no. She was reading. She was naked, her pale skin glistening slightly, and she was toying with one breast as she read. Ben flushed at the thought, feeling himself grow hard as he stared - he'd imagined seeing her like this, but... the reality was... was...

What was she doing?

As he watched, her fingers left her breast and trailed down over her stomach. He stared, wide eyed, watching as her hand slipped between her thighs. From his angle he could just make out her hand as a finger slipped inside herself, and he slid his own hand over his suddenly-aching erection as she sighed and closed her eyes.

He should go.

He should go.

He should go.

Instead, he undid his breeches and closed his hand around the aching heat of his cock. He would go. Soon.
 
"I tried ta stop 'em," Teague said with a shrug and a shake of his head. He knew as he spoke he was only making his son angrier...but he had to ensure Jack did right by his family. He couldn't let his son make the same mistakes he had. "I'm just goin' offa what Jenny told me, lad," he said calmly when Jack raged at him. "Said they made it sound like you was comin' here all along. I'll pass along the message, though I'm sure they know already. Told 'em ye wouldna abide by it, but they don't listen." He doffed his hat to Tia Dalma as though they had a shared experience with that and she simply smiled.

Her smile dropped, however, when Jack threatened her. "And why d'ya think they put me in there in the first place?" she snapped. "Why d'ya think they bound me in this...human form? Control of the seas is mine no longer, Jack Sparrow. If ya have a hard time with it, don't look to me." She stepped past both Jack and Teague, boarding the Troubadour without permission...not that she needed it.

Teague just shook his head. "If yer boat still needs repairs, Jackie...ye gotta come with me. She's in a right fury an' like ta string me up by me balls if I returned without ya."

~*~

Jenny's fingers slid over her clit, teasing herself as she slipped one finger in and out of her warm pussy. The letter was getting steamier. Even John's writing was becoming more stilted, more excited as it went on. Oh the things he'd do to her! The things he'd done...the thing's he'd do again when he came home.

"John..." Her husband's name slipped from her lips like a whispered prayer. She imagined him over her, plowing her deep and hard, but steady, filling her over and over...

Then she set down the first page and turned to the second. John's dirty talk had continued for another paragraph or two...but then he seemed to have sobered after writing out this fantasy. The letter turned to sadder matters, of how much he missed her, how hard he was looking for a cure for Anne. Jenny's fingers stopped working at her clit and she slid her hand away, up her body to rest on her stomach. Her face fell as she read, suddenly washed over once again with sadness. Of course she didn't want Anne to die, but she accepted her daughter's fate and God's plan for her. John was stubborn, but why couldn't he just do that and come home to spend whatever time they had left together? With a sigh she set the letter down on the nightstand before blowing out the candle, oblivious as to any observer. Why couldn't John just be satisfied with them the way they were now?
 
Jack considered his father's offer. Really considered it, hard. But, after a moment, he sighed. "I... thank you. But the Lord Cavernon's my ship, for the moment. And I'm the only navigator they've got. I want to go home - I want to see jenny and my children." He stared out to sea, watching the flyspeck men on the tiny-looking ship scurry about. "But I can't abandon them. They're my crew."

He forced a smile and a laugh, and clapped his father on the shoulder. "Besides, it'll only be a few days. Just some pumping and recaulking, and a few broken timbers. We'll be on our way soon enough. And then, when I get home and tell Jenny that I'm done going to sea?" He drew a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "That'll answer all her questions."

Turning his father, he gently pushed him towards the Troubadour. "Now, get your sea goddess home and tell your Pirate Kings that this is the last they'll have heard of Jack Sparrow." A moment's hesitation. "And be certain to put into Dover come Christmas. Your grandchildren miss you."

With that he turned and swayed off along the port road, refusing to listen to the call of the waves and the gulls. He would go home. He would stay home. He'd stay with his family, put aside 'Jack Sparrow' and go back to being John once more.


Biting down on the heel of his hand, Ben choked off a cry as he came hard. His eyes fixed on Jenny's heaving breasts, on her fingers slipping in and out of her sex as his cock pulsed in his hand and ropes of his seed splattered on the house wall and the grass that grew beneath the window. And in his mind it was Jenny Sparrow that he fucked, not his own hand, and the look on her face was because he was there, filling her with his seed...

Finally, spent, he crouched by the window and frantically wiped his sticky hand off on the grass. What had he done? She was a married woman, and adultery in his heart was still adultery. He stuffed his softening cock back in his pants, ignoring the way his seed damped his smallclothes. It was her fault, really. She'd led him on, after all. Letting him walk her home, kissing him. Just a little slut, married to...

No, no, that wasn't right, he told himself as he crept away. Jenny was a good woman, who had the misfortune to be married to a rogue and a whoresun. She wasn't a whore.

Then why had she led him on? Why had she allowed him to walk her home? Why had she kissed him? Why had she spread herself, fingering herself where he could see her. She must have known she could be seen.

No, this wasn't right. He began jogging as he hit the trail that led back into Dover, running from his own confusion. He wouldn't see Jenny again. That's what he would do. He'd avoid temptation.
 
"Careful, son," Teague warned as Jack pushed him along towards the Troubadour. "Time passes differently here than elsewhere. Take care not to spend more'n a day, or ye may come home to find yer children a lot older than they ought to be."

But with fond farewells he bade Jack goodbye with a promise to stop at Christmas again. If nothing else, he wanted to ensure the children had gifts and a man in the house and with the way Jack's luck was going he might be absent for yet another Christmas. The ship was repaired within three days and the Lord Cavernon set sail for home at last.

~*~

Unfortunately, three days in Hyperborea was a month and a half in Dover. Jenny grew increasingly worried that something had happened to John and her excuses to her children became increasingly thin. She didn't know why he hadn't written for nearly three months, or when he was coming home. She still didn't know why those pirates had come after her or her family. When Teague had returned with news that John was alive she'd cried with relief...but wondered why his ship wasn't yet home. After all, it had been three weeks since Teague had come and left, telling her that her husband was on his way back to her.

As the weather warmed, Jenny switched out the curtains in the Nest for something more sheer. They would still sort-of obscure the view of the occupants while letting in more sunlight and air. Every night she walked alone with her children, unaware of Ben Halliwell. Every night she undressed and washed herself in the basin, and two or three times a week when she knew the children were asleep she touched herself, imagining her husband inside of her. With the windows open and the sheers blowing, her gentle moans could be heard by anyone standing just outside. She generally didn't fear being spotted, since her bedroom window faced the garden and the forest beyond.

In the daytime she tried to stay chipper enough. Jenny always spoke animatedly with Ben, glad to have a part of John's "family" back, though she knew the relationship between the Sparrows and Christopher was irreparable. She would smile and laugh with Ben whenever he came in, treating him kindly. After all, he'd already done so much for their family.
 
Ben managed to stay away for a week. Then he snuck back, telling himself that he was just making sure Jenny was all right. The sight of her body, softened but not hiddenby the sheer curtains, sent him to his knees with his cock in his hand. A shuddering orgasm later he slunk away again, disgusted with himself for spying on a married woman like this.

It took him another week to return. This time, she was asleep. He watched her through the curtain, rubbing his crotch through his trousers as his gaze lingered on the contours of her body under the thin sheet. Soon enough he was braced against the wall of the cittage with one hand, breathing hard as his semen dripped through his fingers. He left, swearing he woulcn't return again.

Three days later he was back.

She must have known, right? Why else would she keep speaking to him so sweetly during the day? Why else would laugh at his jokes, and sway her hips a little more when sbe served him? Why else would she display herself to him, fingering herself to orgasm under his gaze? She wanted him, he knew it. She just couldn't admit it, not as a married woman. And so he carried on his part of their secret affair, keeping silent in the day and joining her at night, her lover at the window as he stroked himself off to the whispered gasps of her pleasure.

And then, everything changed.


Jack fairly lept dkwn the gangplank as soon as it waz set. Two months. He'd been stuck in Hyperborea for a week, and lost two months.

He'd been lucky, he supposed. The Company had assumed that the Lord Cavernon had sunk in the storm. When he'd turned up in it, with his tale of being driven with the wind and forced to make repairs - but with no mention of Hyperborea, thank you - they'd been more pleased and surprised than anything else. There had been an inquest, true, but it had largely been a formality. And then he'd jumled a ship headed for Dover.

His boots clattered on the cobblestones as he ran, his swaying gait making him appear slightly drunk. People stepoed aside, seeing only a stranger with dark circles painted round his eyes and beads braided into his goatee and hair, Spanish rapier and dagger flapping at his side. None if them really recognized him as the young John Sparrow who'd sailed out half a year gone.

He slammed open the door of tbe Black Anchor, eyes sweeping the patrons. With a cry of delight and wonder and fear e lept forward, gathering a certain red-haired serving woman into his arms. "Jenny!" he almost sobbed out, spinning her round and holding ber tight. "Oh God, Jenny. I'm so sorry. I never meant tk be gone so long!"
 
It was a long day. The dinner rush had come and gone, Ben Halliwell along with it. Jenny had noticed him hanging around longer and longer, always ensuring she was the one who served him and monopolizing her time whenever he could. It was all out of familial concern, of course, but still whenever she had to excuse herself to avoid even whispers of a scandal she wondered whether he realized how it might look. She was angry at John, of course, but still were he ever to be reported dead (again) her world would be shattered, so she waited faithfully for the love of her life and refused to even entertain the notion that he might not come back. Jenny knew her father thought this was foolhardy, especially with so much time passed between Teague's return with promises that John was right behind him, but she had to keep up hope for as long as there was no word. She'd promised, hadn't she, that she'd never give up on him no matter how long it took? And some fine homecoming that would have been for John to come home to entirely unfounded rumors of his devoted wife stepping out not just with any man, but with the son of the man who had put them in this position in the first place. Ben was supposed to have been a brother to them, and so that's how Jenny kept him. Arm's length, she felt, was a good idea for a good Christian woman like her, particularly while her husband was away earning a living for their family.

His wages from the Company had stopped coming weeks ago and Jenny knew that they presumed him dead but they were wrong. (Weren't they...?) These days they ate a little leaner, she worked a little longer, and Michael helped where he could. Jenny had lost some of the softness to her frame that had come with bearing four healthy children and looked somewhat drawn in the face; with the loss of income from John's wages she'd taken to skipping meals. After all, her meals came from her father and while she had to take care of her children at the same time it wouldn't be fair to eat him out of house and home. Breakfast was always a simple, bland porridge taken at home, but every other meal she refused in order to feed her children. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays she gave them her lunch while Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays the children had her dinner and she went to bed hungry. She wished she could work on Sundays, but even were it not a sin to work after church Michael would have insisted she take the day anyway. They'd argued a few times, with Michael insisting that they could feed the children while Jenny was determined to stand on her own in this matter. What sort of a mother would she be if she couldn't provide for her own offspring? Still, four children were very expensive to keep...

That was on Jenny's mind as she tended to the few stragglers who always stayed until they were kicked out at closing time. As she wiped down the tables she did a few simple sums in her head. (She had always been better at sums than at reading and writing, having learned it earlier and had more practical application for it.) Jack was eight now, and the usual beginning of an apprenticeship was around thirteen or fourteen. That was still five years at least! But he was sharp and learned quickly for his age...perhaps a master would be willing to take him on at ten? She frowned as she continued to clean up, hating that she was having these thoughts though she knew they were practical. It was better than shipping him off to the Army, anyway, or sending him out on a damned boat like his father. Master Todd the Barber was always pinching her bum as she went by whenever she was in; perhaps he'd be willing to take Jack. Or the Printer, maybe; they were on good terms. Jenny's scowl at the table deepened. Jack was her little boy; her eldest child; her only son! When it was finally time for him to learn a trade, he'd have to live with a bunch of strangers for years upon years! Granted, they would still live in the same town and she could see him every day...but that empty bedroom would be so heartbreaking when it did finally happen. The blacksmith's shop and home were closer to the Nest...

Jenny was startled from her thoughts by the door slamming back on its hinges. Before she could turn around, bootsteps had come up behind her and a man she didn't recognize had grabbed her up. Jenny squirmed in his arms like a cat trying to get away from an affectionate toddler before slapping him across the face.

"Who--? What the--?" As she continued to attempt wriggling out of his arms her hand knocked his hat sideways. That hat...the beads...Jenny stopped struggling. "John...?" There, under that black goop and the smell of the sea, was her husband. Now instead of pulling away she clung to him as though he might disappear if she didn't. "John!"

That was all she could say for several long minutes. Tears burned as she buried her face in his shoulder, clinging tightly and trying to say something through the muffled sobs though nothing could come out. Michael watched from behind the counter, his look caught between something like relief and disapproval. Of course he was glad his son-in-law was finally home, alive and safe...but John had put his little girl through so much heartache that he couldn't help but bear some anger toward the man. Still, he wouldn't ruin this moment for Jenny. Any chastising could wait til tomorrow.

Or not. Jenny pulled away and slapped John across the face again, this time intentionally, blubbering something about writing before clinging to him again as a fresh wave of tears overcame her. "I was so scared, John," her muffled voice finally came from his shoulder. "You didn't...didn't write...even when Teague...I thought if...if you were alive...maybe you'd...I...why..." More sobs wracked her body before she was able to recover enough to speak again. "What happened?"
 
Jack's head rocked under the force of Jenny's slap and he staggered backwards, still holding tight to her. "I may have deserved that..." he allowed.

Jenny's hand came up again, and then she stopped struggling and peered at him. "John...?" The name sounded strange to his ears, after months of being 'Jack'. Strange, but right when it fell from her lips. He grinned at her, and her arms tightened around him. "John!" she cried again, weeping openly. His arms tightened around her, holding her to his breast. He didn't weep with her, but he couldn't seem to find coherent speech. All he could manage was to repeat her name over and over, clinging to her and never wanting to let go. Right up to the moment where she pulled away and slapped him again.

"I definitely deserved that," he said, rubbing his jaw. His love had an arm on her, she did. And then she was clinging to him again, weeping once more. "I was so scared, John," her muffled voice finally came from his shoulder. "You didn't...didn't write...even when Teague...I thought if...if you were alive...maybe you'd...I...why..." More sobs wracked her body before she was able to recover enough to speak again. "What happened?"

"I..." What could he say? I was driven north by an enchanted storm, and forced to weigh anchor in the harbor of a mythical city? We spent a week there, and months passed in that week? It sounded like madness, it did. Sheer madness. Worse, it smacked of the magic he'd sworn he'd no longer pursue, not after the witch and her black book. "It was the ship," he finally said. "When Teague left, he offered to take me with him. But... I couldn't abandon my crew, Jenny. I was their only navigator. Without me, they'd never have reached home. So, I stayed. And... it took longer than we expected." His arms tightened around her, and he buried his face in her hair. "It took so much longer that I expected, Jenny, and I'm so sorry. I never meant... never meant to worry you."
 
Jenny opened and closed her mouth several times. It was useless. There was nothing she could say. She wanted to be so, so angry...but he'd been loyal to his crew and how could she in good conscience stay angry at that? Instead she just sobbed into John's shoulder, savoring the way her name sounded coming from his lips. It had been so long...all of the children's birthdays, Christmas, Easter, their anniversary. And all that anger just dissolved into a tearful, wracking, hyperventilating sob at which most of the patrons were staring.

"Please don't ever go again," Jenny begged in a weak whimper from his shoulder. "Please...we'll find something else. Please John. Please don't go." She felt as though if she let go of him, if she raised her face from his shoulder and loosened her grip, he'd slip away and gallivant off again to parts unknown.

"Alright, we're closed. Everyone out!" Michael's voice boomed over the tearful reunion as he began shooing away the oggling barflies. "Go on. Ya don't hafta go home, but ye can't stay here. Hup-haya! Hup-haya!" He pulled the rag from his apron string and began shepherding the last of the reluctant customers out. Once they'd gone and the door was barred, he started back toward the kitchens, stopping by the newly reunited couple on the way. "Pub's mostly clean," he said with a shrug, "I'll finish in the morning. Ma'n'me, we'll ah...we'll keep the children for tonight."

"Thanks Da," Jenny sniffed, still clinging to her husband, face still buried in his shoulder. "We'll finish cleaning 'fore we head home, No worries."

With a nod, then another nod to John, Michael disappeared into the kitchnes, through the back door of the Anchor to go tuck in his grandchildren. Jenny merely held onto her husband, her John, thanking God for his safe return.

"I was so worried, John!" she sniffed at last, turning her face out of his shoulder to be heard better. "There were these pirates, they tore up the pub coz you went to...to some place. Then we didn't hear from you for months, and the children have been asking about you every night. Then Captain Teague came back, said you were right behind him but you didn't come. I thought...I thought that if the worst hadn't happened, that maybe..." She swallowed hard. "That maybe you'd left us. I'm so sorry John. God I'm so sorry!"
 
"No fear, love," Jack - no, John, he had to remember that - murmured. "I'll not be going back to sea. Not again." Not with a half-mad sea gkddess and a mob if self-styled pirate kings waiting. "I talked to the Company after the inquest. They're looking for a dockside job for me now."

He barely registered his fatger-in-law's words, although he was grateful for them. All he could think of was clinging to the woman in his arms, if assuring himself that he had his heart's desire once more. "My love," he whispered, crushing her against him. Absently, he registered the pendant she wore. "My own precious black pearl."

Soon enough they were alone in the pub, and she was pouring her fears out to him. He interrupted her with a kiss, stopping her mad worries about him keaving her with his own lips. Then he scooped her up in his arms. Choosing a stool at the bar, he sat down and rested her on his lap. "Jenny love," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. "You and the children are the only reason I went to sea at all."

Taking her wrist gently, he placed her hand flat on his chest. "Your heart calls to mine, Jenny," he added, resting his own hand on her breast. "It led me home, and there's no power in Heaven or Hell to keep me from your side. I'm yours, Jennifer Sparrow. Body and soul. Forever."

JackJohn kissed her again then, long and slow and lingering, tasting her lips and tongue with his own. "Never forget that."
 
Jenny had missed feeling so safe in her John's strong arms. Stronger now since he'd been working on boats, if she were honest, but physical strength had never been a deal breaker to her. She leaned against his body as she perched on his knee for the first time in forever, looking up into his eyes with all the love in her heart. Those dark eyes which had one been so shy around her but now held her entire world, which were surrounded with a mysterious black glop but were nonetheless his.

"And I'm yours," she returned, "body and soul, John. Forever." Jenny leaned into her husband's kiss, taking time to remember what his kiss tasted like being the salt of her tears and reveling in it.

Then she couldn't stop. It wasn't that she didn't want to, it was that she couldn't. Jenny couldn't quit kissing her husband's lips, his face, his neck, his shoulders. It was suddenly as though she might die of some sort of starvation if she parted from him. Her hands roamed his body as she shifted in his lap, unable in her grief and joy to stop.
 
Jenny's hands and lips were suddenly all over him, tears dripping from the corner of her eyes even as she pressed into him. John made a little murmuring sound of sheer pleasure as he responded, his own hands roaming her body. She was so familiar, and yet after so long the specific shape of her shoulders and her back were strange - like the glimpse of home in a dream.

She shifted on his lap and he helped her, moving her legs so she could straddle him. His hands, callused from handling rope and a ship's wheel and the handle of a sword, dug into the curve of her rear as he pushed her back. He nibbled and kissed his way down her throat, groaning a little against her flesh as the movement ground her hips against his. One hand shifted upwards, sliding up her back and helping support her as his teeth worked at the laces of her bodice.

And then, abandoning his efforts for the moment, he pulled her close and kissed her thoroughly again. "God I missed you, Jenny," he whispered, feeling prickling tears that were no doubt making the kohl around his eyes run. "During the storm..." he kissed her again, crushing her body against his, "I was terrified. I thought that, maybe, I'd never see you again."
 
It was strange to feel hands on her body like this again. John's touch was familiar but his hands had been calloused by work, and it had been so long since he'd touched her. Still there was the assurance in his touch that she somehow knew he'd been faithful; she needn't worry about the dockwhores giving him some disease to bring home. He helped her straddle his lap and she clung to him as his fingers pressed into her rear. Small mewling noises escaped from Jenny's lips as she finally felt his lips against her flesh once more and John's hat was knocked to the ground as she tangled her fingers in his hair.

"The Company...they thought you were dead," she whispered back, arms wrapped around his body and clinging for dear life. Tears sneaked through between their kisses in their embrace. "We haven't gotten any of your pay for weeks. I was afraid...afraid that they might have been right." Jenny pulled her husband in for another kiss, hard and passionate. "But I'd promised I'll never give up on you. And I never will John. I never will."

Jenny's fingers twisted in the cloth of his shirt and pulled him against her, crushing another desperate kiss to his lips. Her hands slid down the back of his shirt, dragging her nails gently back up his back to his neck before sliding down his torso to pull off his shirt. She didn't care. The curtains were closed, the door was locked, and her husband was alive. Being with him was all that mattered right now.
 
John shifted, pulling Jenny up against his chest. Releasing her for a moment, he shifted his arms and torso to help her slip his shirt over his head. With a sweep of one arm he sent it flying, uncaring where it would land. "I'm not dead," he husked, drawing a shuddering breath as her fingers slid over his skin. "And I'll spend the whole night proving it, if necessary."

His hands tangled in her hair, pulling her close as he kissed her desperatly. Those same hands slid over her face like a blind man, exploring her features before stroking down her throat. "And if I was, I'd find a way back for you, Jenny Sparrow."

His lips traced her jaw, and his hands found her breasts. For a moment he was content to cup her through her bodice, but that contentment faded rapidly. With a nearly frantic haste he tore and tugged at her laces, and it was an act if will to tug her undershirt over her head rather than tear it open. And then he was kissing her once more, one hand exploring her bare back and the other her breast.

Was it public? In a way. But they were alone, and his whole world was nothung more than the taste and feel of her. "Too long," he groaned. "Far too long."
 
Jenny pressed her nails into John's chest as he threw aside his shirt, leaving pink streaks across his tanned skin as her lips found his chest and shoulders. A noise of surprise, relief, and arousal escaped as he pulled open her bodice. Her shirt was gone before she realized he had started pulling it off and her fingers found his buckle seemingly of their own accord. She didn't care that they were sort-of in public, or that her father could come through at any moment. This was something they'd written about in their letters and after months of stress and worry and anger she wanted this fantasy.

"So long, John," she gasped against his skin.

Mrs. Sparrow finally fumbled her husband's pants open. Her arms felt weak but nonetheless she slid back to lift herself onto the bar. Gripping his arms she pulled John with her, trying to lose physical contact as little as possible. Pulling her skirt up over her thighs, Jenny wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him to her, holding him close.

"Here, John," she whispered, struggling for breath through the cacophony of emotions roaring through her. John's touch after so long only added to the chaos. "Right here. Right now. Just like we always talked about." Her fingers slid into his pants, wrapping around his shaft gently but firmly. "Take me John. I'm yours, heart and soul, forever."
 
It had been almost too long. When Jenny's fingers slipped within his trousers and wrapped around his cock, he made a strangled souund of pleasure as he pulsed in her grip. One little spurt of semen dribbled out as he bit his lip, concentrating hard against just coming then and there.

Not that he had anything about her bringing him off with her hands, mind. Bit not this time.

"Just like we talked about, hey Mrs. Sparrow?" he asked, grunting a little as he rose to his feet. It wasn't the most comfortable way to stand, what with her hand still on his cock, but he'd not protest. Instead he turned, spinning round and resting her on the bar. And God if the sight of hus wife - naked to the waist, with her skirts bunched up around her hips and a wanton look in her eye - didn't make him weak-kneed and rock-hard simultaneously.

His hand fisted in her hair, and his lips were rough on her nipples as he suckled hungrily. "As I recall," he growled, nipping at the soft skin of her breast, "what we talked about was me bending you over this bar and fucking you without mercy." Thrusting his cock into her fist, he ran his rough hands over her breasts and bit at the other nipple.

"Is that what you want?" he groaned, thrusting again into a fist slick with his own come. "To get used good and hard?" He tugged her hair gently, nipping at the curved line of her throat. "To watch us in that mirror back there while I fuck my come deep into you?" He tweaked a nipple with thumb and forefinger. "Tell me!"
 
Words failed her. Jenny's body felt like it was on fire as he rested her on the bar, twisting her hair around his fingers. The twins had stopped feeding at her breast nearly six months ago, and it had been so long since she'd felt her man's lips suckle at them and she gasped. Her fist clenched in his hair as she held him to her breast, tilting her head back in the carnal ecstasy. A small, brief orgasm shuddered through her body as he talked about bending her over while he thrust into her hand. She tried to answer him, but the more he described how he was going to take her the harder it was to speak.

"Yes!" Jenny gasped at last, sobbing for breath. "Oh fuck yes John! Bend me over right here. I wanna watch you fuck me." She was ready after being alone for so long. Her inner thighs were even slick with her own juices. "Please John!"

Finally, after fearing him dead or run off, Jenny was with her husband again and she would never let him go again. She relished the taste of lips she'd thought she'd never taste again, the foreign-yet-familiar warmth of his cock in her hand, the smell of the sea on his skin and knowing he'd never be there again. Her fist worked gently up and down his length, careful not to pleasure him into cumming too early. She wanted that for herself.

"Fuck me John," she begged breathily. "I want you. I want to feel you cumming deep inside my cunt. I want you to make me scream. Make me remember just how much I'm yours!"
 
John stepped back and to one side, releasing Jenny's hair and letting his cock slip from her hand. With a single motion he took her by the hips and rolled, , letting her belly slap against rhe cool polished wood of the bar. His hands slid up her thighs, pushing her skirts up around her ass as he hooked his fingers into the waist of her sodden panties.

"God you're wet," he groaned, lips and teeth blazing a trail over her rear and down one thigh while he tossed the underwear aside. So intent was he on his actions that he didn't register the sound of someone trying the locked door.


Ben stared at the door of the Anchor, puzzled. There were lights on, and it wasn't closing time. Why was the door locked?

Scratching his head, he moved to check the windows. Most had drawn curtains, but one had a slight gap he could peer through. Scratching his head, he bent and tried to work out what was....

His eyes widened. There was a half-naked woman draped across the bar, and a man kneeling behind her. His head moved rhythmically, and... Oh God, it was Jenny! His Jenny, writhing on the bar like a whore while... while...



John's hands gripped her cheeks tight as his tongue explored the outer lips of his wife's pussy. Her taste was salty and musky, and he savored it like a fine wine. And while it might not be the most comfortable position - kneeling behind her to fuck her with lips and tongue - it was sort of necessary. He'd gone so long, he wasn't sure how long he'd last once he was in her. And he wanted to make sure she came as well.

"So fucking good," he groaned, parting her lips with his tongue and circling her clit. "You... taste.. so fucking... good..."
 
Jenny groaned in needy want as John slid back, his cock sliding from her grip. She wasn't in want for long, though. In one smooth motion she found herself flipped onto her stomach and she gripped the opposite edge of the bar. Her knees shook when John pushed up her skirts and rid herself of her underclothes all at once, and they nearly buckled as she felt teeth graze across her flesh. Jenny's back arched almost by instinct.

"Please, John!" she groaned, unable to hear the door being jiggled slightly.

It had been so long since she'd felt the touch of another. Jenny could barely remember the last time a man--her man--had touched her, when it wasn't just her own fingers; when she could writhe beneath him, wanton and wild instead of muffling her own gasps and hoping desperately the children didn't wake and come in unannounced. So when John knelt behind her, fingers digging into her flesh as his tongue explored her depths for the first time in what had felt like forever, she cried out and held onto the bar for support. It was hard to stand when the pleasure was so intense.

"Oh God!" she cried, closing her eyes against the intensity of the pleasure. "Fuck! I'm...ahhh!"

It had been too long for her, as well. Hearing her husband's voice from between her thighs had sent Jenny over the edge quickly, struggling not to collapse on top of John as he lapped at her clit. Her head spun and her vision dimmed and though it had been strong and satisfying, it hadn't been enough. She wanted, needed him to plow her, hard and deep. Still gasping for breath, she kept a hold on the bar to keep herself up as she leaned her head against the wood.

"Fuck me, John," Jenny begged. "God please...fuck me!"
 
Ben watched, feeling himself grow hard at the sight unfolding before him even as his mind reeled. That couldn't be Jenny! She wasn't the kind of woman that would writhe and posture so lewdly for a stranger as he ... he... God above, was he kissing her sex? He was! He was, and far from being disgusted by the act she was angling her hips and spreading her legs and opening herself to the act!

And then, dimly, he heard the same cry of pleasure he'd heard her make in the night. Only, somehow louder and more intense as her whole body shuddered and heaved. She'd enjoyed that! Like some filthy slut, she'd let that man bring her to orgasm with his mouth and tongue!

Rock hard and appalled, he watched the stranger rise to his feet...



John's hands gripped Jenny's ass tight as he rose, lips damp with her cum skimming along her spine. "Fuck you?" he growled, biting at the back of her neck. He slid his cock along the lips of her sex, shuddering and groaning at the sensation. God how he wanted to tease her, make her cum again for him. But another sight like the one she'd put on just now, and he'd follow her.

Releasing her ass with one hand, he gripped his cock and aligned it, slilping it between her lips. Then, with a single agonizingly sweet thrust, he buried himself to the base in her and cried out at the feeling. The hand that had gripped his cock, slick with her juices, slid up her side and cupped a breast. "Look at us," he whispered in her ear, staring at tbe erotic tableaux reflected in the mirror.

His hips began moving, slamming into her with a wet slapping sound as he drove himself into her with desperate urgency. "Watch.... me... fuck you... Jenny!" He threw his head back, eyes half-closed asa whimpering groan of animal lust escaped him. "Fuck... me... Jenny!"
 
Goosebumps raised along Jenny's arms as his lips traced lightly up her spine and she gasped at the pressure of his teeth against her neck. A shuddering groan escaped as she felt John's cock slide against her wet and ready cunt. She nodded weakly in confirmation at his question, unable to form coherent thoughts never mind sentences. Her chest swelled in anticipation as she felt him slide his thick shaft between her lips.

The Sparrows cried out as one when they finally joined as man and wife once again. Momentarily Jenny's head fell back onto his shoulder and she held herself up on the bar, arms weak and shaking. But he instructed her to look at them in the mirror and she obeyed, raising her heavy head to a sight that made her inner walls clench slightly in excitement. She leaned forward slightly to give John a better angle and hiked up her skirts to afford a better view. As she watched she thought she'd never seen anything more perfect. Jenny nearly salivated as her husband drove himself into her hard and fast and she watched as her breasts bounced with each thrust, as his cock slid in and out of her aching pussy. Her mouth dropped open slightly; there was only so much muscle control she had anymore and something had to give.

"Oh-oh-oh-oh Go-o-o-d!" Jenny's voice stuttered with the pace of his thrusting and she gripped the bar harder, knuckles turning white. "Oh-oh-oh fu-u-uck me-e-e!
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom