It was the slightly distorted image of an archiver. Renee's grey eyes were wide, and she seemed as tense as a loaded spring. It'd been over three mont...s, and Sawyer's stomach still ached at the thought of her."Green," said the man in the corner, animation suddenly returning to him. "I think- no, wait. Nevermind. Sorry." What?" asked the officer.The two exchanged a glance, and from the immobility of their faces, Sawyer could only assume they were connected with their transceivers.And talking. As his mouth worked my tits, his hand was working my skirt up over my hips. Once he had that accomplished he backed up so he could pull my panties down. I was all smiles and my pussy was wet with anticipation. Fred didn’t immediately do anything with my exposed shaved twat. Instead, he opened the drawer on the nightstand and pulled out this huge vibrator. It was about 9” long and as thick as my wrist. He smiled slightly as he told me it was what his wife replaced him with.I did not think. Chapter 3.................................Marston Island was a private island located at three hundred and twentysix nautical miles southeast from the Eastern shores of Newshire. Ithad covered area of 2412 square miles. Its southern and eastern endswere mountainous. Rest was mostly savannah, with grassland having low-density of pine, oak, and various fruitful trees. A river came from themountains and connected to a lake somewhat in the center. Its westernend had an exotic beach. Its natural. “Wait. You won’t be able to get out with that leg.” He said and grabbed my hard to pull me back.“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean this and I don’t blame you for freaking out. Please… I won’t kiss you again. Just stay a little longer.” He begged me and I could hear the pleading in his voice. “It’s not the kissing that really bothered me. I don’t know why, but what we just did was the most amazing feeling in my whole life. Every cell in my body wants you to kiss me again and I don’t know why I am.