"Kapalua was only a short hop from Molokai across the Pailolo Channel, so we were soon flying over the NeNe resort, identifying the various features."...hat woman's right," Martin exclaimed. "That old pineapple field would be a lovely center for some vacation cottages, and you could build an awesome golf course around the slopes of that hill over there. The views for both the players and any spectators would be quite spectacular. Look; there are streams with small waterfalls all along there that. She rubbed it in the valley between her mounds and then licked off the rest. "Startle my waist and put your nice big cock between my tits and fuck them Tony." I did as she said and as I slid my meat between her boobs she pushed them together. It felt just like it was in a pussy and every time I pushed she licked the tip of my cock. "Oh Tony, I love it. Keep doing it. You make so much wonderful pre-cum. It's making me hungry for the rest of your cock and your cum." I told her that I was. "Are you going to harm her?" Harm? My dear woman -- remember again the night that you were sealed to the Goddess and ask yourself if you came to harm?"At that, she paused, and her mind cast back, seemingly of its own accord (actually with a bit of urging from the witch) and she remembered that cold night in the snowy wood -- how, in a glade suddenly not snowy or cold at all, she had been confronted by the Being Who represented Herself as merely a Messenger of the Goddess she was henceforth to. Tears streamed down her face, either from the pleasure as well as the pain she was experiencing from this colossal fist fucking she was getting from her lesbian lover. She held it there for about a minute while Sandy slowed down and slowly eased her arm and then her fingers from my wife’s pussy. They both fell back exhausted. I looked at the screen and wife’s vaginal opening was stretched wide open. Sandy got up, sat next to my wife and gently held her in her arms. My wife’s mouth wandered to.