“Are you okay?” he asked. She nodded vigorously.“Don’t stop,” she begged. He pushed a little harder. His cock really was huge compared to...her young pussy, but it felt like a homecoming. That was where his cock belonged, inside her and no one else. He grunted and pulled back a fraction, began to churn his hips. He was working into her slowly, a fraction at a time, filling her. Shelly moaned in delight as she felt her labia sucking at him as he withdrew, and felt her pussy expand as he. Ker-Blammo!Now, I had an under-filled pair of cartons, a mess at my feet soaking my pants and shoes in beer, and the line would have stopped. Fantastic! My previous experience told me that the ideal person to run this machine was mentally handicapped. It could be quickly taught, they wouldn't over-think the procedure, and all would be perfect. Unfortunately, anyone with a higher than average I.Q. would struggle. I struggled. All morning long, I struggled."Fuck, kid. Is this job too fuckin' hard. "I do on occasion, too," Andy said. "Let's head over to that lounge chair and have a weed."Andy pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket -- they must have been in the car, Dave thought, they hadn't been there before -- and handed him one, along with the lighter. Dave got the cigarette going, and said, "Thanks. I wasn't anywhere near expecting what happened, but it's been fun." You're liking it?" Andy grinned."Well, yeah," Dave said. "Like I said, it's been fun. I'm just wondering if I can. After a quick shower, I dressed for the day; baseball cap, sunblock and sandals. Then I grabbed a bottle of water and headed out. It took a good couple of hours to explore my island paradise, I found a nice sandy cove and some rocky outcrops that I wanted to sketch and explore more. I retreated to the shade of the porch as the heat of the day hit, just reading and listening to music, letting my mind heal. Late afternoon I heard the familiar blast of an air horn and looked up to see the ferry.