No one has ever written me a love letter before and Rudyard is a true poet. His words make me melt and want to fly to his arms. If he had given it to ...e in the morning I don't know what I should have done.This morning we had just the most exciting demonstration in the laboratory. Maître Hercule and Mme. Babbette gathered us around a bed and then removed their clothing and demonstrated caresses! She sat between his legs and leaned back against his chest as he ran his hands all over her body. He. ?Well, I have to be honest. My curiosity got the best of me and I triedto do it to myself.? He stopped and waited for my reaction. When I leaned in to listen closerinstead of drawing back with a shocked look, he must have gotten acomfort level because he continued with his explanation. ?I followed the instructions from a website on the subject of prostateorgasms. I cleaned myself out with two enemas, and lubed my sphincter upreal good. The problem came with the inability to get my fingers. I watched them as I was in the condo and saw him rubbing up her leg to her crotch. she moved her legs wider to give him more room. she was so horny. I got back and suggested we finish this in our room. she said that would be better as it was more private. Richie said he wasn't sure, but than Peggy said she would love to return the favor and rub him like he was rubbing her. That was all it took. He got up and said lets go. We entered the condo and Peggy lay on the bed and removed her top. Richie. "Hey!" you call, waving your arms, startled at the raw, weak quality of your voice. "Hey!" you call again, stumbling toward the man.He makes no move in response, and you wonder if you are imagining his presence, but as you close the gap to about 50 yards, you see that it is definitely a very real man standing there.A man, you realize, whose appearance must mean he is as stranded on this island as you are. He is a large man--at least four or five inches taller than you--and broad-shouldered,.