It was odd she thought, listening to half a conversation, trying to imagine what the other half was. Finally, after she listened to a series of “yes... of course”, “I see”, and some expressions of gratitude, he hung up.“OK, he’s in good condition, they’re going to be running some tests to see if he needs surgery or not. It all sounds pretty routine.”“It always sounds routine if you’re not the one it’s happening to.”“That’s true enough,” he agreed.“What room number? I have to go see him. He came. I am quite enjoying myself. In fact, I do believe that I am beginning to cum. I was determined that I would not do it, but my double-crossing body is having involuntary orgasms!”I had no reason to disbelieve this woman’s last statement. She was buck-jumping beneath me. Her body met mine thrust for vicious thrust. Spurting feminine cum mixed with the masculine cum shooting from my ejaculating cock. Confusion tempered my inner demons. No woman had ever acquiesced to my rapacious maulings. "Where did you learn to cook like that?" Ray asked, drawing in smokefrom his Lucky."When I started in theatre I worked in restaurants to make a living. Ipicked up a lot of tips from the chefs in the kitchen. There's nothingcordon bleu on this island but with a little imagination it's possibleto put something decent on the plate," Robert said, refilling Ray's beerglass.Ray looked questioningly at the others and they grinned and nodded inagreement. The crew had been together for so long that. I... just don't know. This is awkward. " What's the problem, Grey? You want to fuck me. I want to fuck you. I want to feel your manly sperm filling my ripe young cunt. Your daughter wants to watch." She grasped my still rampant cock and stroked it. I groaned, turning to see Lily take a seat, her fingers rubbing her crotch. Ingrid's grip on my cock tightened as she pulled me closer, aiming my dick at her open, inviting cunt.I just couldn't resist. The thought of burying my cock balls deep in.