Org-X is what's going to keep you on this island for the rest of your life." The vibrator was gone, but I barely noticed. I tried to process what I ju...t heard ... the words ringing in my ears ... fuck me in the ass ... keep me on this island for the rest of my life.He began to untie my bikini bottom. I just lay there, stunned. His hands touched my hips, working the knots. Time stood still. It wasn't until the cloth was pulled from under by ass and the warm air brushed my most private lips that. ............................It’s 6:49pm now and I’m starting to worry. Maize is usually back from college by five, six at the latest and still I haven’t heard a peep. I try to calm my nerves, pace from room to room, check and recheck my phone hoping for a call or even a text. Nothing. “Relax,” I tell myself. “It’s only a few blocks away and she knows not to walk home alone.” ...........................The clock is reading 8:27pm when my phone finally pings with a message. I almost trip over my. He`s always been great about it and never said no, so I have had trysts with couples, and some single men in the past as long as I stuck to the rules. The night this all started, we as a group had gone out. John saw me off and I knew he would not be worried about me and would soon have gone to bed, he had work next day. We just expected to have had a meal and a good evening out as we always did and he only stayed up waiting for me if I was expecting some sexual adventure or if I had called. Bud gasped and slowed himself with Dorothy, wanting to hold on. As he opened his eyes, he noticed Coach Fitzgerald standing inside the doorway. He was about 62, an ex-military type coach with big thick hair on his arms and legs. He stroked his 7-inch cock, slightly curving upward. Bud had never seen an old man's dick before but he always liked Coach Fitzgerald and his reaction turned him on. Bud pushed deeper into Dorothy and she screamed. Bud kept pushing harder, matching Coach Fitzgerald.