Well, one day Chuck and I were crossing Queen Charlotte Strait in a storm. It was rough out there, huge waves, bigger than anything on this river, col... and dangerous, the ocean at full roar. Our fishing boat, the Glacier Bay, got swept by a wave and got beaten up pretty badly, and Chuck -- he was the skipper -- he got knocked unconscious. He was hurting, in a lot of pain, and I couldn't leave the wheel to help him, since there was only him and me. I fought it out the best I could for hours,. He could find no loose segment or area of slackness to grab on to. His skin felt as tight as a drum in this thing. Soon, he had expended all his energy, he couldn't even move to help himself, he started to black outNo more thoughts of 'Why?' just 'Thank you'. Let me die now... Just no more pain please. That's all I ask, no more of that horrible pain.I'm sorry Mom. I'm sorry Dad. I bet Erin claims all my stuff...There was coolness in the black of his unconsciousness, the distinct feeling that he. Would you like to know what a real cock feels like?”Leesa squatted under the pony and fondled his cock. Myra and Beth were egging her on but she didn’t hear them. Her mind was buzzing. She looked up at her two companions and gave a broad smile. “My God it is so big” she said, also drooling “I want to do it”. Turned and leaning over she tried to aim the huge weapon at her soaked pussy. “Let me help” said Beth and took charge. Leesa sighed as she felt the flared tip push against her and then slip. Fucking two or three hours a day with weekends off left me feeling full and well satisfied. Fucking eight to nine hours for eight days left me exhausted and fucked raw. Any wall or piece of furniture we may have overlooked before got included in our 'fucked there' category that vacation. One very wonderful thing that Christmas was I discovered another position that replaced doggy as my very favorite. It happened by accident when we were wrestling on Jason's bed and I ended up with Jason holding.