These were the size of a small cottage and I climbed up to sit on one some eight feet off the ground. Here I was in shadow, leaning back into a corner...formed by two stones, and I just rested, my eyes closed, listening to the waves and the distant fog horn. I sat there for some time - probably about twenty or thirty minutes - and then decided to move elsewhere. I started to climb down, my face towards the rock, my back towards the path along the shore. Just as my foot reached the beach I thought. He tried at stretching, his arms as both felt different, they stronger and stout of muscle.Legs too added their sensations of stout strength, as if from the orgy he remembered the ingesting of varied colors of semen and of enjoying Doctor Melinda and her Satyress vaginal fluids, the orgies were real and not just a wild, wet sort of dream.Yawning, and his mouth opened as tongue protruded, it rippled a wiggle, he taking a deep breath inhaled, and then expelled it, expecting to roar like a Lion of. ‘You gotta check this out, man,’ Rick said, ‘they’re destroying these sluts!’Steve looked in. Two camera men and a boom mike operator were circling an orgy that was entering a final furious stage. On one end of a couch, three giant, hulking studs were tearing into a leggy bimbo, each of them savagely driving a trio of steel-hard, baseball-bat length dicks into her writhing, tanned form. It was difficult to really make out the girl thanks to the sweat-glinting slablike bodies that had the slut. Her voice cracked. ?Er ... n .. y ... yes.??Then why haven’t you done this before ???H ... he never asked me to.?Sam snorted. ?Never asked you to ? Why didn’t you offer to ? He’s your darling husband, isn’t he ???I ... d ...? Laura’s whisper trailed off.?Well get your tongue up there right now.?Sam gave the back of Laura’s head a light shove of encouragement. She watched her pink tongue stick out and disappear between Chris’s cleft.He gasped and his semi-erect dick jumped to complete.