I suddenly got a really bad feeling. The feeling had a name, paranoia. When Marge broke the connection, I was glad for the chance to process what had ...ust occurred.I waited until the next morning to begin a reasonable analysis. Since I hadn’t heard from island boy, I re-examined my options. I could continue looking for land, or I could fold my tents and move on to something else. I still considered this a charitable endeavor, even if we had designed it to be a break even business. We even had a. It is purely fiction and strictly for fantasy purposes.Any resemblance to any actual people or situations is completely coincidental.Since the activities described are non-consensual they should NOT, in myopinion, take place in real life, and would in fact be illegal and, as faras I'm concerned, immoral. However, some people, including me, enjoy fantasizing about such things.So I present this story as an artistic release of one of my many fantasiesthat roam through my mind. It has depictions of. Marco raised his sunglasses onto his head and beamed up at them with a clear white smile. "Elijah! My old friend. And this must be the infamous Megan." He lifted himself out of the car, quickly reaching to clasp her hand in both of his. He smiled at her warmly, "It's a pleasure to meet you."Megan smiled back at him as she felt him squeeze her hand in both of his, a warm blush creeping up her neck. His good looks were intimidating, to say the least. "It's lovely to meet you too." She dropped her. She was rocking back and forth with him, wanting him in deeper, too. He knew that after cumming so hard this morning in her mouth, he would last a long time before he came again, so he wanted to just enjoy fucking her, enjoying the sensation of being so hard inside of her. This feeling of stroking inside of her, being so hard without cumming is indescribably wonderful. After slamming into her for quite some time, he was glad she remembered the baby oil. Soreness is not something they wanted to.