Mike grunted in a****l-like pleasure. He fell onto the bed. She wanted him to keep feeling that good. But she was desperate to have that pulsating dic... inside her twat. She stood, turned and lowered herself onto him. It was a perfect fit: rubbing the edges of her pussy, stretching it as she got more and more turned on, and her twat closed in it. Mike grabbed the bedcovers, desperate to keep this most amazing pleasure going. ‘Fuck!’ he screamed. But it was too much: he slammed his feet into the. The Big Guy help me, I hate Canada. I was about to leave to find a nightclub or somewhere with a little life in it when three men walked in. Late twenties, early thirties… Clean cut Mama boys in slacks and Polo shirts. There just might be some life in this bar after all, I thought, as I heard one guy say, ‘Whoa! Check out the babe at the bar.’ Vamp hearing, gotta love it. Listening to them from across the room, I learned they were friends in town for a golfing weekend at a course nearby.. Hell, they could build more farms. That should solve any food problems the island may have. And population problems, too.Once we figured out what we were doing we blew through my immense fortune just as fast as I could authorize it. It didn’t matter, it was just a number on a ledger. I certainly couldn’t eat all the money the bank said I had.Jayport wasn’t a normal fishing village, slowly growing over the centuries. It was a purpose-built naval base, and it grew quickly because I was paying. "Now you aren't going to go and get all possessive on me, are you?" she asked the tall man.He just looked at her."I wouldn't like that," she said seriously.He kept staring at her.She turned and looked at the two other men."Don't you believe in sharing with your friends?" she said.The three men looked each other then at her. At first there was a look of shock on their face then a broad grin appeared."Why, sure honey," the tall man said, "I sure do."With that the tall one looked at me with a big.