If we waited another three weeks after that, we would be off the island again and be getting closer to losing the window of opportunity. However, I th...ught this eight-week window actually sounded better to me.We could go home for one last weekend and then get lost getting back to the island on the Monday. Our problems were that none of us could sail a yacht, so hiring one was out. We couldn’t fly for the same reason.Yet they were the only ways to get to the island. If we went swimming, it. His testicles had been struck by some of the blows to his upper thighs and these had been star-seeing agony even though the flesh of his legs absorbed most of the impact. A ?direct hit? with this diabolically firm yet flexible strip of wood to his grossly exposed testicles would be so painful that he might pass out.This anxiety was increased by Jessica's mischievously light touch of the stick to Yancy's nuts in between blows, as he had to stammer and squeal, ?Thank you, Ma'am! May I. Then another powerful thrust. The warm moistness of her cunt gently squeezed him as the length of his shaft slid powerfully into her excited body. He sank his cock up to its root and started a slow pumping motion and thrust the full length of his cock against her clit. She wrapped her legs more tightly around his back and tried to pull him as deep as she could into her body.Becky was meeting his every thrust, trying to become one with his manly organ. In a moment, he settled into a grinding. ...Ahhh! I felt his hands on my ass high up, and his hard dick probing and rubbing along my taint and crack, trying to find my donut. I had come as prepared as I could have under the circumstances. They gave us these little bottles of airport shampoo and conditioner along with soap and toothpaste. I had tucked the conditioner in the wasteban of my boxer's earlier and now used it as I reached behind and stroked it on Greg's pecker. I also put some in my butt-crack and slowly teased my tight.