Back on Gallagher's Island, the band of sex-obsessed castaways coupled in stunning ignorance of their impending doom. Mrs. Candleford had become enthr...lled with Scotty's impressive cock to the point that she was following him around like a puppy on a leash. Poor Gallagher was trying his best to stay faithful to his pregnant headhunter spouse but the new arrival of more pussy made him aroused beyond his ability to control his genital urges.While the headhunters were sweating with the struggle to. You pull tighter, and the material slips between my moist labia into my slit. I gasp sharply at the sensation: a little squeak escapes from my throat. I feel your body trembling against me. You too are aroused and excited. Now your fingers find the lacy edge of my panties and tug at them, pulling them to one side, nuzzling into the dark wiry hairs of my bush. Oh god – what if anyone can see my pussy hairs? Sliding down, burrowing down through my bush, catching and pulling on the hairs as they. By the timeshe reached the curb, they were long gone.She ran back towards the center of the abandoned festival. When shereached it she yelled to Buffy and the nearby Agents."I saw Spike, he has one of the devices. We need to catch him," she wasnearly out of breath."What?" Agent R ran over to her."I saw him, he definitely had one," replied Faith.--Agent R helped her search for him while Buffy and another Agent searchedelsewhere, but they could find no sign of the car. They had beensearching. If he drank then he would have guessed this was what a hang over was like. His head hurt and it was hard to shake off the groggy feel that was wrapped around him like a blanket that’s a little too tight. Flashes ran thru his mind again.“What a wild fuckin’ dream!” he whispered to himself as he tried to sit up. Suddenly he remembered that he could not, for the life of him, remember the walk home once he got to the middle of the park last night. He couldn’t remember walking in the door or down.