And as he thrust each time his cock seemed to grow longer. Soon he was going beyond any man had. I squealed, I yelled, I moaned and still he fucked me... I felt something pushing against me. It was his knot. I screamed as he pushed it inside me. Then he stopped moving. He was tied to me and ready to impregnate his bitch.He gave low growls and I felt his cock twitch as I assumed he was cumming. Boy did he cum. I could feel myself being filled and his knot would not let it escape. He then tried to. . Yet over there where you can go to the island for a day's visit most people don't even seem to know about it. My father and mother became nudists accidently when they rented a cottage for a week in August in Wellfleet on Cape Cod in 1983. I was three at the time. My parents loved walking, a trait I've inherited and expanded on. Their walks were less ambitious, a few miles along the beach rather than spend the whole day sunbathing. So the first day we went to Newcomb Hollow, the northern. I look up and there is a guy standing in the hallway watching as the bear eats my ass with wet sloppy strokes."Is he doing a good job?" He asks me. I nod that he is. "Suck his dick. As a thank you." Bear stands in front of me and I lick his shaft in the same kind of flicking motions he did with my ass. As for me, I am as hard as a rock. Out of the corner of my eye, I see that guy watching in the door way has moved on but another man has taken his place, just watching. I suck Bear off with. When it was clear that she would not be noticed, she wrote him off. “Either he is gay or neutered” was the general agreement of the women in the class. Sally stopped day dreaming just in time to hear Bob say that it was time to wrap up for the day. She started collecting her things to bolt for the door. Her partner was waiting for her and it promised to be an interesting evening. “Not so fast, Sally. I want to talk to you after everyone has left.” Bob’s demand came as a surprise. Sally waited.