She heldonto his muscular arm as she walked out to his van, andthey got in. It was a pretty quiet day, and I couldhear her squeal with delight, again,...again, and moanand gasp, as the van kept a steady rocking back andforth. I sat there watching and listening, my own hard-on like hardwood, dripping pre-cum down my leg. Finally, I heard the door open, and Leroy and Bambi,her name I found out, got out, her legs shapely butwobbly shaky. She was kind of flushed herself, as shegave him a long. Body's urge to reproduce after escaping death, her anthropologist education told her, but her body didn't seem to care that her mind knew the reason; it just wanted Jeff to lie her down and fuck her. She could feel herself getting wetter by the minute."Sure, let's go talk to them," she said, trying to distract herself, hoping no one would smell her while she and Jeff were in the house."Want to screw around with them a little?" Jeff asked, a hint of laughter in his voice. I'll never let her know. ” She gave me the tenderness kiss and my mouth filled with her soft pink tongue. The next day we made our plans. When I told my mother and father, my mom gave me a funny look and just shrugged. My father took me aside and in one of the few ‘father-son’ moments we ever had he said with a conspiratorial smile, “You’ll probably take good care of those girls on that Island but don’t let them snare you.” He winked and said, “Your mom tells me you’re well equipped for the job.” He went on a bit and I. I enjoyed fucking myself with her toys while dressed, especially with the window open in hopes that someone might see and be interested. During this time I found a local telephone dating line that was mostly for hook-ups. I would often call it and get off talking with different men (and occasionally women). I loved hearing them cum and would almost always cum with them. Eventually we had a house built and moved into it. It was close to my office and gave me even more time in the mornings before.