. put a fucking baby in me!” Brenna shouted as she took my cock deeper into her drenched cunt.“So much for the lesbian!” Jenna laughed as she no...iced just how much the once very gay Brenna begged for my dick.“She’s definitely not gay anymore! No doubt of that! She likes the dick!” Gavin agreed completely.“Oh ... yesss! I love it! I love it!” Brenna screamed as I fucked her a couple more strokes before pulling out of her and sliding into Kelly next.“Fuck meee!” Kelly urged me to take her. They launched the Manhattan Emma in late June. One of the hottest months as they headed toward Tahiti. Emma spent the mornings fixing her husband breakfast, cleaning the dishes and galley, then went to the top deck to lay in the sun for fifteen minutes. She wanted a nice tan but not be too burned. She did this in the nude.Almost every day Tim would see her beautiful slim wife laying on her stomach or back. He would recline beside her taking his cock and tap it against her leg. She'd break into. More then once out here I’d wished that the sun could burn away my memories as easily as it burned away the life of this place. I’d been crossing the desert for…I don’t even know how many days. I’d lost track. I stumbled along in a stupor, half-insane from hunger and thirst, but not dying. Every so often I’d come across a nearly dead stream, or some small pond fed by an unknown source, and I would drink up, not caring about the taste or what might be creeping in it, and I would walk on. After. What the hell? A wife, me? I mean, sure, I had lusted over the beautiful dresses and romanticized the notion of happily ever after but I didn't need prince charming, I needed prince caning! But then, sitting gingerly on the edge of my bed after getting out of the shower I was reminded that prince caning had been hard at work the last few days! Maybe doc was right. Nah, who would want a bimbo whore like me?Over the years I've gotten rather fond of being referred to as misses Roger Fields. Dr..