Those could be simply sunk if desired, as we didn’t want to be burdened with too many prizes and prisoners. We would not be taking prisoners back to...Hunter Island with us. We would take anyone we ran across who wanted to be rescued, but we weren’t going to guard prisoners any longer than we had to.We finally agreed that everyone we captured would be released onto the island when we left. We would release them naked but free. That included any female prisoners. Women would be naked, but they. No, no. Clint was almost done. And there would be something delicious to drink in his room.I headed to the stairs to the attic. The moans were coming from my phone and from upstairs. They weren’t synced. The groans came from my phone just a fraction of a second later. I smiled, stalking up to Clint’s. I reached his door, opening it.“I’m your slut!” Alicia shouted. “Cum in me!”And groaned as I watched my son’s muscular ass flex as he drove his cock into my youngest child’s pussy. Alicia’s. Before dinner I asked Victor to go next door to feed the sweet Doberman. I stayed home feeling a little frustrated. I did not want to go there and again be fucked wildly by Bandit.When Victor and I finally went to bed, I was wearing a light cotton baby doll that just came to my knees. I rolled turning my back to my husband, but a few minutes later I felt him scoot over towards me and spoon against my backside. His arm reached around my waist and he gave one of my big boobs a gentle squeeze. I. ’ Bobby looked at his former babysitter. April was as tall as he was, maybe a tad taller. She was full-bodied, but not in the least fat. Her outfit consisted of an oversized tan sweater, which hung over paint-tight black stirrup pants. Judging from what Bobby could see – and the pants didn’t hide much – she had an excellent figure. Her ass was particularly nice, he noticed, when she bent over to pick up a toy her son had dropped. April’s brown hair was nicely fixed and fell a little below her.