Cast upon the sand of this uncharted strand, like a leaf of seaweed lost in the vast expanse of ocean, I was a castaway!”Bobbi thought that this was...a nice beginning. The really fun part would be how she encounters a castaway Lieutenant from the HMS Conqueror. Their island would of course be tropical and have parrots.To write about finding breadfruit, etc., she’d need to go to the library. Was it “coconut”, or “cocoanut”? She’d given most of her thought to how the Lieutenant would look. How to. This left her wearing only black lace top stockings. I asked where her panties were and she replied she was not wearing any today…Then I sat down on a recliner, as my sweet wife finished with the wrapping. Ana turned around to me, took off the red sweater and approached to me.She leaned down placing her hands on the arms of the recliner and she kissed me with her open lips. As she explored my mouth with her tongue I moved my right hand to play with her pussy. As soon as she felt me touch her. Mom: Did you mean to say hot?I blushed.Me: Yeah, sorry.Mom: I’ll take that as a compliment.She smiled, saying this. I, too, became happy. Mom has changed a lot now. I loved that. I smiled back at her. I looked at her figure. She looked stunning in that. It was a perfect fit. Her bust was pushing up. Just by looking at her, I could feel my dick getting hard.Mom: OK. Stop staring like that. I’m still your mom.Me: Sorry, mom. It’s just that you are so beautiful.Mom: Haha. Such a charmer. OK, now. Her gloved hand continued gliding up and down his stiffening member, his own body powerless to do anything but push fruitlessly against the tight, gripping rubber that held him in his fetish tomb. She finally released his tongue and broke the kiss, allowing him to answer.“Yes Mistress! The loving embrace of your bondage is where I belong.”Her cheeks tinged red and she gripped his cock tighter, extremely aroused by his eloquent response. Bayonetta stared into his eyes deeply, their faces a mere.