I was close and she knew it. She kept riding and grinding me, even though she was done with her orgasm. She leaned down again, whispering into my ear,...“Cum for me. Fill me up, I want to feel your cum shooting inside of me.” That did it. I unloaded my cum into her…and a LOAD it was. I hadn’t been able to jack-off for a while, so several days of built up cum shot into Phyllis. I stopped thrusting, allowing my cock to continue releasing cum, spasming as it pushed out every last drop into her.. Just as he surfaced, Sam said "Marco!"He answered "Polo!" and heard Judy reply "Polo" a half-second behind him. Sam and Judy were down at the other end of the pool but he was sure that someone else was just surfacing at his end. Strange, he thought to himself.But, wanting to confuse the girls, he ducked under water again and swam to one of the corners at the shallow end. That was his undoing. Less than a second after he slowly surfaced, Judy, who must have been tagged by Sam, was now Marco and. She had no trouble attracting mature men. She was, therefore, able to have her pick of them, her choice of attributes. She chose the most important, money.Marrying an older man had its advantages, not excluding physical lovemaking (but that's another story). Sandy did not enjoy dominating OR being dominated by men or other women. Younger men were always more interested in pleasing themselves than in her. She enjoyed sensitive and sharing men. She found that trait much more common in older men,. He wasn’t wearing a ring, and a few days watching the sea would allow her to better make his acquaintance. Not that anything would come of it, but you never know.Lt. O’Connor beached them safely, only to drown trying to retrieve a drum of supplies, the irony being that the drum later washed onto the sand and contained fresh water, what the island didn’t lack.The flash on the horizon said the Tammerville was no more. Lt. O’Connor was dead and she and her boys were alone on the island. What if.