How was anyone’s guess. The bleak cry of help was so thin and weak that in the next loud boom of thunder, it was completely lost. Quickly Peyton rea...ted, her mind racing with images of an injured fisherman or ridiculous teenage surfer who thought it wise to catch a record-high swell or two. After shoving the gas containers in the back room, Peyton rushed out in front of the Barn, having to slit her eyes against the sea spray as she searched. Lighthouse Island was barely visible in the torrent. We were sat on this concrete wall and he put his hand on my leg again, I looked at him and he was smiling, he moved his hand up my leg, and to be honest I was getting hard, I looked at his crutch and he had a big lump in his trousers.I said I'm not gay I'm happily married and he replied that it wouldn't matter for once, and with that he was stroking my now solid rock cock, he leaned in to kiss me and I said "No" firmly, NO kissing, with that he carried on stroking me, I leaned back thinking. He looked down, watching his latex sheathed penis enter and withdraw from me with obvious admiration and pride. The head of his penis was striking my g-spot with each deep thrust, driving me closer and closer to orgasm.My moans got louder and my breathing quickened. “Baby, you are going to make me cum again...oh shit...fuck me…harder…faster…oh baby, fuck me,” I urged him, with passionate abandon.With my feet high over his shoulders, Eric gave me everything he had, which was all I could take.. Smearing her nectar on both sides of the spatula, she pushed the other end into her welcoming tunnel and worked her muscles around the slim handle. Holding it in with inner power, she picked up and opened the jar of peanut butter. She grinned at Polly the Preggo.“I’m hungry.”Polly the Preggo looked at her, and the sight of twinkling juices slowly dripping down to the end of the spatula. She grinned back.“Eat me out, then,” said Bitchy Barbara.“Oh, I’ll eat, alright,” Polly the Preggo replied,.