It was really pouring outside and she had no choice but to drag him into a small room at the back. Reaching behind a large stack of boxes, she pulled ...n inflatable air mattress and a blanket. She quickly put the mattress on the floor and put the blanket over it, asking Nigel, “Let us get naked, and pulled her t shirt over her head”.Her nice looking tits stood proud and her nipples were also well distended and the angled lips were inviting him to suck them. Nigel unzipped her skirt as he bent to. Poor Gallagher was trying his best to stay faithful to his pregnant headhunter spouse but the new arrival of more pussy made him aroused beyond his ability to control his genital urges.While the headhunters were sweating with the struggle to keep up with the beat of the drum marking their paddle's rhythm, the coconut brandy soaked residents of Gallagher's Island were copulating like bunny rabbits on the pristine white sands of the little lagoon. Mr. Candleford ceased to make any attempt at all. So I felt bad, right? I mean women keep talking about how bad it is to be objectified, traded, treated like chattel.Why, then, did I get an erection?Because I’m a man. And men think about that stuff differently than women do. The kind of objectification we get upset about is when our boss treats us like property at work.Hmmm. Maybe that’s how men learned to objectify women. It’s all the boss’s fault.Yeah, I know, that’s a load of crap. Sorry. I’m just in such a good mood!And that good mood is. She had huge nipples as well, and put my fingers on them as she began to tittyfuck me. Angelina pushed me back on the pillow and stood over my face. “Have you ever seen such a munchable pussy in your life?” Her labia dangled for a good three to four inches. She spread her lips and the wonderful odor of a woman in heat struck me forcefully. “No, I haven’t,” I replied. Before I could get another word out she sat on my face and demanded, “Suck my pussy!” I went at her like a caged lion being.