Hmmm, this isn't good. I begin to struggle, but my attempts feel feeble. Must be the drug. That's why my mind is worried about oiling the door or how ...uch her perfume costs, instead of how to get free. I stare at the colors I see in the blindfold, once again forgetting the world around me. I see purple dots and swirls mix with reds.I feel my legs are pushed up and spread open at the knee. Oddly, I'm not concerned with being opened to the world. Straps are put over my thighs and somehow tied to. Apparently, I’m not alone on this island. I went to the direction of the giggle.From behind a tree I see an unbelievable sight: an African woman swimming in a big pool of water. What was unbelievable was her tits! Those tits seems way bigger than her head! Seeing her tits wobbling around while she swims backwards make my dick very hard and I think pre-cum is leaking.And before I realized it I was standing on the edge of the water. And the woman stops with the swimming once she saw me! I was. She squalled and blubbered as I slowly buried my thick shaft in her but soon joined her ripe body with my demanding one, and we had a fine fifteen minutes or so of fleshy delight, lots of gasps, a few screams and the continuous smacking of flesh as I grasped the headboard and dug in my toes. To say I plundered her would to be a bit weak. She was an absolute pleasure.As we lay gasping for breath, my slimy cock in her hand and my hand cupping her soft mound, fingers exploring, we discussed the. On either side of Charles, were two very attractive Afro-American girls. They were of course, Jennifer and Anna Taylor, and they were walking, each with an arm slipped casually about Charles' waist. Connie saw that there was an air of intimacy between the three of them.What had shocked Connie was the level of interaction that seemed to exist between the girls and Charles. Unlike everyone else who had walked past Connie over the past ten minutes, Jennifer and Anna were animated in their.