When I told him about the Courtesan’s I turned the tablet so that Tim could see 969 still riding 132. For a couple of seconds Tim was speechless; then he said, “And you just told them to do that; out there on the beach?” “Yeah, the place is deserted.” I did another 360 with the tablet, cumshot but as it pointed to the end of the beach I (and Tim) could see 2 naked girls walking along the water’s edge. “Bloody hell Tanya; I’ve got to wangle myself a trip there.” I laughed then continued telling him about the business side of things. As the conversation came to an end I turned the tablet to face the blonde 2 girls again. They were only about 10 feet away by then and Tim must have had a great view. The 2 girls were watching 969 bounce up and down on 132 and had slight grins on their faces; obviously not at all upset at the sight. I put my tablet back into my bag and told 969 to get off 132; then told them to rub some suntan lotion on me. I lay on my stomach and relaxed. As masseurs, 969 and 132 aren’t pov bad; blowjob nowhere near as good as Jacob in the hotel in London (see the full version of part 27), but not bad at all. When they asked me to turn over they brought me to a wonderful orgasm then left me to enjoy the sun. When I woke-up the sun was starting to titjob go down. I woke myself up with a quick swim then got 969 to get a tricycle. The first one to arrive was a pedal one and we had a slow ride back to the hotel. That was my first 24 hours on that amazing island; it set the scene for the next 60 days. Below are the notable events of my stay. Daily masturbation in front of Mr Nuwa “I didn’t mean it like that.” The thought of being milked. I felt so embarrassed. It was about 7pm and I told her it was time to get ready. As Debra finally broke her long kiss, titjob Donna Marie moved from the railing, "Ouch!" she exclaimed, looking down at her right hand. We knew Mr. Jackson smoked, maybe he would smoke with us one day soon since we were... out of school! He traveled down the hall now. I held my blowjob pinkie pov out to Melody’s hand and I was surprised by how tightly she gripped it. My pussy juice dripped down my thighs. He thought every woman wanted kids, especially those that could actually have them. Her blonde hair had a hint of blue in it. The options ran through my head quickly. She flexed her fingers, staring with a blank face at the window, her lower lip trembling. He wasn't long before the older man picked up his pace making Morgan moan louder. I might do it, but I don’t even know if I can strip very well. She was extremely cute and very charming. Then he pushed all they way inside. I didn’t want that, but wasn’t sure what alternatives I had. Then I stuck my dick-clit up into your cervix, and squirted that tiny blonde fertilized egg deep into your womb, where right now, as we speak, my little egg is probably swimming its way through your uterus and trying cumshot to attach itself to the lining. “Um… bacon and eggs?” I asked shyly. Similar convoys were heading out to the other affected towns, one on its way to Senner. I didn't need to see this, but I was rooted to the spot by this taboo energy rippling through the air. “Thanks, Oliver, but I’m not really looking for anyone else at the present.” "Yes, I'll...stop," he choked out. Her fingers easily split the lips of my pussy and I felt one of her long, slim digits enter me. The jocks were the type of guys she hung out with in high school. Come on, big man - make it hurt - PLEEESE?