By night, being forced to share a confined space, they made love.Not immediately, of course. They were both virgins when they dragged themselves up th... beach and sprawled exhausted in the sand. They remained pure for almost a week. They were working too hard building their shelter and securing the drifting flotsam from the wreck. In the end, it was the fire that did it. Paul had a box of matches in the pocket of his galley assistant's trousers. Even after laying them out on a rock in the hot. I realized that I wasn't visiting him enough. I only visited him every couple weeks. I guess he's lonely. He has no other c***dren. I think that my mom was his only girlfriend ever, he's so shy. Besides, he loves me.Well, it's not like I have a boyfriend or something. Boys ask me out, but I don't feel old enough or ready to date yet, even though I'm 18. I guess I'm shy too, just like my dad. I want a boyfriend, but I'm too shy and nervous about it. Besides, my friends who have boyfriends are. I loved it. As I fucked her asshole faster she turned her head around and literally whimpered, "Smack my ass. Please, please!" I was somehow taken aback again. I shouldn't have been surprised honestly. As I pounded away in her asshole, Lauren moaning at the top of her lungs, I pulled my hand back and smacked her ass. "C'mon, harder!" I was a little worried, but I complied, hitting her ass harder. "FUCKING HIT ME!"I had no idea what to do, so I picked up my speed, swung my arm back, and crashed. And over the year Terry's synthetic balls had dissolveddown to a fraction of the size. If we waited long enough, they wouldbe gone on their own. But I had mentioned having valves installed thatcould restrict the blood flow to Terry's penis. Well the point of thatwas the gradual reduction of blood over time. Right from the beginningthe blood was restricted so that for the rest of Terry's life she/hewould never get hard. But in addition, blood was restricted more andmore as time went on so.