"Bryan?" the man's voice on the other side asked, just a bit of tension in his voice."Yep," Bryan answered sleepily."This is Rob Henkel," the voice sa...d again. "I got your email." Ah," Bryan said, rubbing at his eye wearily. "We have fourteen acres. We're two hours north of the city. Come up, camp out and let things blow over from here."There was silence on the other end and Bryan suspected he was being listened to by everyone present. The phone clicked and Rob spoke again."I doubt blowing over. As she neared the end of her climax, she began to slide down the wall,eventually crumpling to the floor in a gasping heap. The swollen lips of her sex and puffed out clit laid bare for me to see, all dripping in her juice. "You dirty fucking bastard" she finally snarled at me. " I have NEVER done that before", she continued. Thrusting out her red painted nailed hand, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me towards her, greedily French kissing me and sucking her juice off my face , ears. I smile and say, " as you wish ... my dear", My cock pushs aganist her pussy, aganist her small tight wetness, pushing, I was grunting ' uuuuuhhh! uuuuuhhh!' then I feel my large bulbous head push past her labia. The head pushing into the small mouth of her vagina, as the pain starts to tear through her body. " OMG! WHAT A MONSTER! " She screams. Her pussy has never been stretched like this ever. It slids in slowly, forcing her to scream, " OMG! OMG! IT HURTS! PLEASE! PLEASE IT HURTS! OMG!" and. ’ I nodded and told her I had found it on Christmas day, and also how much it had meant to me. She softened a bit when I said that, leaned in a little closer, put a hand on my forearm. I began to wonder if she liked me, but it might have just been the wine. I opened a second bottle. ————————- It was during that second bottle of wine that I learned Monique’s mother was Polynesian, a native of these islands. Her father was a French diplomat who had come to Papeete back in the 70’s, met her.