I lift my head up to look around, I'm alone on what looks like a massive yet isolated island. How did I get here, what happened? I realise I'm naked, ...here did my clothes go?I couldn't remember anything, last memory I have is of having a drink at the airport bar, I was on my way to spain for my week's holiday. The rest is a total blank, I don't even remember getting up off the barstool.I sit up and notice the beach goes on for ages into the distance, more like a desert than a beach, actually.. She did some household chores, went grocery shopping, worked out at the gym and even visited the pool, but no matter where she went, she was constantly reminded of John, or the things they had done together. It really felt as if her heart was slowly torn apart.John was limited by Anna to use his phone only in the morning before breakfast and after dinner, forcing him and Tara to spent time with their grandfather during the day. John had texted her that it was normally Tara that she had to. It smells like coacoa butter and strawberry soap. Just like Cara described your pussy as tasting when she had a 69er with you." Damn! Your man is good at recognising and remembering scents. If he keeps guessing right. I have dibs on having my feet licked and sucking his gorgeous cock. Don't care who jerks him first. I'll suck cock and toes of any of you if I get a rurn with his tongue slurping my soles." Wow!" I thought "These girls are really getting into this. I won't even have to suggest. Her womanhood tightened around my tongue as she took my cock deeper into her eager mouth. I couldn’t hold on any longer as squeezed her ass tightly as I shot stream after stream of my thick load deep down her throat. I pistoned my tongue in and out of Stella’s pussy as her juices flooded my mouth and her first screams of ecstasy filled my bedroom. Stella didn’t give me much time to recover. She quickly spun her body around and pushed herself down on my meat. She gasped as her muscles stretched.