I could tell I was doing a good job because Ben was moaning and saying, "yeah, yes, yes." His pleasure encouraged me and I moved my hands to his ass a...d felt it and squeezed it. I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, but it wasn't much more than just the head. Still, it was wonderful, so natural, like this was where I was supposed to be. I sucked hard and pulled him towards me. I wanted him to cum, I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I moved his cock in and out of my lips quickly and. And then you saw it. The ship. It's broken boards dotting the beach and water filling up the rear end. Stranded on some remote island then..and--by the fact that the ship had a mighty good navigator (good at his job, mind you, of questionable moral standards)--probably wasn't marked on even the best maps.You begin to remember the events leading up to the crash...a few things had gone wrong, firstly there was the storm. It was a demonic thing, that you felt sure of despite your non-religious. I was basking in the pleasure I had received from the fucking I had just received and how much I had enjoyed sucking his cock. Then it hit me, oh my god he came in my fertile pussy! I’m knocked up for sure. I had to get out of there."“I ended up sleeping under a bridge that night and have been hitching all day. I’ve come about a hundred miles before you picked me up. I want to get to California where I understand there are many women’s clinics where a girl can get an abortion free, in case. . even if it’s just sip and stare. Ludington’s breakwater has a pair of fairly squat lighthouses that the rising sun illuminated. The north light glowed with a soft reflection of the clouds sun-show. It was quick. I knew where to look. A life at sea does that. In the twelve years of sailing, I had seen the storied green flash five times.I Oooed and Aahhed appropriately ... but I was the only one of us that saw the white lighthouse turn the colors of the rise. The rest of them were watching the.