The Old Bag has been deceased for six years and sometimes Bob really missed the solitude of a vacant mind, which doesn't criticize everything he does,...thinks or says."Search and rescue calling Garrigeld Island, Search and rescue calling Bob Fischer, come in Garrigeld Island, over" Fischer here, Alfred, how can I help you on this fine day? Over" You have a rather large craft coming in your direction. I don't know of its destination but it has a larger crew than is necessary and ships are telling. When I walked in there was a fire going and laid out on the table were two wine glasses, a bottle of lube, and a couple of towels. I knew I was at the point of no return, so I embraced the situation. Tom poured us some red wine and turned on some music to set the mood. As the wine and flirty conversation loosened us up, he began to caress my legs. Feeling his hands run all over my tights sent jolts through my body and I could tell that he was loving it just the same. "I absolutely love your. Just join us in the Lagoon, then you can fuck like rabbits!Calara laughed and rolled her eyes. “We better not keep her waiting any longer. I’m sure whatever it is will be fun.”John released her, readjusted his shorts to accommodate his thickening length, then smiled as he offered her a hand. She giggled as she took it, walking in step beside him and flashing him a flirtatious smile. When they reached the end of the corridor, John hit the button to open the way into the Lagoon. The double doors. After about five minutes of thrusting, Inga arched her back and let out a scream that would have awakened the dead. Next thing I knew Sven was fondling my arse cheeks, but instead of feeling repulsed, it in fact turned me on more and before I knew where I was I exploded into Inga.I then lay back whilst Sven got Inga into the doggy position and started thrusting from the rear. Inga couldn't get enough and it was the first time I had noticed Sven's muscular buttocks thrusting into Inga. I was so.