J's juices were making a small puddle under us. She was that wet!! Wow could she ever fuck!! While still inside her, I stood up and then I placed her ...nto the ground and then I put her legs between mine as I tightened my legs around hers and continued to fuck her. J's cunt was tighter than a vise now. Her cunt cream was soothing as my cock drove further and further inside her. I raised up on my knees as she put her legs on the outside of mine. J then grabbed my shoulders and as she pulled. The next after that would fall on a Sunday three weeks later, and we would be on the island.If we left then, we had five weeks to get ready. If we waited another three weeks after that, we would be off the island again and be getting closer to losing the window of opportunity. However, I thought this eight-week window actually sounded better to me.We could go home for one last weekend and then get lost getting back to the island on the Monday. Our problems were that none of us could sail a. He was stalling. Maybe it’s been just as long for him, as it has for me. He turned me on my side and laid down behind me, lifting my leg and again positioning himself. I wrapped my hands back, around his neck so I could pull myself closer. He entered me and I felt complete, rocking my hips back and forth to grind on his hot cock. He stilled me, moving forward into me, and then slowly back out. It was a passionate motion, and I realized only then that he wanted to make love to me. His arm. You were Jim the Baker. Here on Crossroads, Shelly was Shelly Caretaker, and she seemed to have no other last name. Was the surviving population on Cassandra so low that last names weren’t necessary?To me, this “Hero” business seemed to be an absurdly complicated, Rube Goldbergish scheme for repopulating a world. How many Heros were there? If there were 10 active at any one time, and they did a rescue once a month, that was no more than 120 babies per year. Plus twins and triplets, I guess. How.