While the headhunters were sweating with the struggle to keep up with the beat of the drum marking their paddle's rhythm, the coconut brandy soaked re...idents of Gallagher's Island were copulating like bunny rabbits on the pristine white sands of the little lagoon. Mr. Candleford ceased to make any attempt at all at pretending spousal fidelity and moved from female to female like a butterfly searching for the perfect landing spot.Strangely, it was Gallagher's wife who brought them to their. . My mind was racing, what was she going to do to me? Why was I so excited to let her? Am I really her sissy slut after all? She slipped a slippery finger into my back side and held it there asking " Does sissy like her newly shaved man pussy? " Pressing ever so slightly deeper.." I think my sissy slut wants more" she teased.Shocked at my bodies reaction, I was actually spreading wider and pushing back to feel more of her finger inside me! " My goodness , you really are a sissy slut!! This was. I smiled at my good fortune. It was a beautiful day with a sky so blue that your heart wanted to leap for joy. I was looking at the back of a beautiful woman whose flowing red hair looked even more vibrant in the light of the morning sun. I would call it a reddish brown, maybe even auburn. It seemed to take the color of the world around it. Every so often she would turn around and flash me a big smile. My heart would simply skip a beat on those occasions. Her bangs hung down until they almost. But then she heard another noise: it sounded like a vehicle door slamming. This time, she was definitely wide awake. Soon after, she heard the sound of a man's voice. Instantly, Marcy lifted her head off the pillow and listened intently. "Paul," she whispered. "Did you hear that?" She turned her head to look at him. She could tell from the way his head was raised that he had also heard the noises. Another car door slammed and there was more talking. Marcy could judge the distance now: it was no.