Once again I sat between her spread legs. I put get legs up at an angle to give me better access, then I picked up the eggs. One was rather small, the...size of a plume. The other one was normal egg-sized. I lubed up the small one and while playing with her pussy, I carefully pushed it into her butt."Wh-what are you doing, Miss?" Her head had jerked up, but the rest of her body kept perfectly still. She looked a little panicked, but overall more curious. Instead of answering I pushed the other. His carefree nature changed as he grew older. I remember walking in on him once in the bathroom, he blushed as he covered his erection with a towel. I guessed he had started the transition from boy to man & had started experimenting with masterbation.This became more obvious over the next few years. It became a daily ritual for me whilst cleaning his room to remove crusty, semen stained tissues from under his bed, not to mention the rapidly growing Penthouse & Hustler magazine collection in his. Men in their fifties never got so lucky.He couldn't resist her. Rolling to his side, he reached out to stroke Emma's back. His hand moved in gentle circles that moved ever lower until he was stroking the warm cheeks of her behind. He gently squeezed one, his hand dipping into her cleft. "So firm underneath such smooth skin," Dave thought. It still amazed him. She yawned. The muscles under Dave's hand were suddenly taut. They relaxed as she gave a contented sigh. It was almost a purring. Most of the others, on day one of our adventure, had begun to count the days but somewhere along the line they all had lost track. They also had lost varying amounts of weight. Our clothes hung on us all. I hadn't thought that I could lose more weight, but I lost all that I had put on since returning from paradise.I found Miles sitting on an over turned five gallon bucket and staring up at the mountain. I approached him carefully.Me: Miles are you ready to go home.Miles: No. (he paused a long.