He now threw himself into it with great enthusiasm, even entering local tournaments. One day I met Stan, fishing gear in hand, heading out for the day... He sounded cheerful, but I sensed that something was wrong. We waved goodbye, and I continued to Ruby's house for a mother-daughter day with her. We did all our chores and pottered in the garden, but I couldn't get Stan out of my mind. Was he okay? I didn't explain to Ruby, I just said, "I noticed that Stan didn't have any food with him when he. The early morning light struck my face. I jumped awake, then rose and splashed my face. There was no sign of Fulala, but I smelled coffee brewing. The tent flap raised higher, she came in and handed me a cup. “Jim,” she said.A commotion erupted somewhere along the beach. I snatched up my pistol, rushing from the tent. A crowd was gathering just along the tree line. When I had pushed my way through, I saw the slaver Captain swinging from a rope tied to a branch above.My bosun came over, “Looks. I admired you for it. He grabbed the firm meat of your ass and stepped closer, his cock proud and rigid. He spread you wide with his thumbs. My heart raced to see you so open, so pink and wet, as he slowly pushed the head of his cock into you.I watched intently as he buried himself inside you, inch by inch. I watched as you took it, writhing and moaning, my sheets crumpled between your fingers. I watched your face and remembered all the times he was inside of me, reliving it for myself as you. "Sit!" was all she said picking up two plates.There was a four inch by five-inch filet of salmon, some Kale and greenbeans on the plates. The usual cup of sweetened coffee already at hisplace. He was hungry but each swallow was hard. All he could smellwas the scent of lavender emanating from his body. His mind toooccupied about what she was going to say after they finished. The softsensual feel of wearing a camisole and panties also helped to take hismind off his food.With the meal.