Sandra stood up on the bed, a squatted down slightly until the head of the dildo pressed up against my asshole. She pressed forward. Slowly my anus re...ented, and the first inch entered me. I moaned around the hot cock in my throat. I pushed back at her, and the dildo filled my ass. "Ohhhh yeahh, fuck me good. Ohh fuck me." Little slut" she chuckled. I love getting my asshole licked, fingered, and occasionally stretched with a dildo, so this was all fine with me. But I never had had anything. What are you doing here?’ ‘Well, David, to tell you the truth, we’re both here for the same reason,’ she explained. ‘I’m a writer and I needed a place where I could get away from distractions to write my new novel.’ ‘A rich novelist if you can afford to buy an island,’ I grumbled. ‘I do all right,’ she replied, modestly. ‘Anyway, I came down here to the beach to have a swim. It’s been nice talking with you, but now it’s time to get wet.’ With this she turned away from me, untied her beach wrap. "Fuck me please Dan, I have been wondering what it be like to have a black man inside of me ever since I saw you in the window, where I came from there only boys, so fuck me good, hard and fast". I put my cock at the entrance to her wet pussy and she jiggled her ass a little bit, this put the tip of my cock into her and she let out a loud groan as she felt a taster of my width, her pussy was so tight I almost came right there and then. I held on to her tiny waist and started thrusting forward. He said he’d follow. So we left the lovely little harbour and this time put up sail instead of engine. It meant having to tack down towards the sand spit and then tack away. I wondered how close we could go. I was ordered by a bevy of mutinous crew not to let us get too close. It would have been nice to sail in until the depth gauge showed 20 feet or so and then swing away, but we had no way of knowing if there were deeper parts and shallower parts, we might end up confused and then stuck. I.