You push deeper and harder, the palm of your hand now pressing against my pelvis in a vain attempt to stimulate me; to feel me push my hips back again...t your hand, yet I am still. Any movement of my body is not of its volition, as you push faster and faster, deeper and deeper inside me.My corpse is swaying to the rhythm of your finger. My head now tapping a staccato beat against the casket, as if against the headboard of a bed. Perhaps that too is appropriate, as this casket is the bed I take. ..", you say to yourself.Facing each other, Keith quickly went to work pulling off your tee, running his hands over your chest, feeling and teasing your hard nipples before moving over your shoulders after stripping off his own shirt. At the same time, you moved to pull down his jeans and underwear. You bent down to pull them down to the floor, his cock looming inches from your face as he stepped out of the heap of material gathered around his ankles. Instead of standing, you kneeled in front. “You lucky bastard”. The local papers were full of the rescue the next morning, but thankfully no mention was made of our condition when found. Emily had refused to go to her own lodgings and insisted she didn’t want to be parted from us, which we put down to needing to be with friends after such an ordeal. But it was not that at all, she just wanted to fuck some more, and that we did for the next few days until it was time for us to return to our own country. She pleaded with us to stay a. She didn't know what was happening down there, but she was tingling not only in her vagina but her titties seemed to be affected as well. Her body was aroused and searching for some sort of outlet for all these wonderful feelings. Everything seemed to be building toward something, making her frantically want whatever it was.Nathan could feel his sister humping back at him. The wetness he felt below had increased making the slide along her pussy lips that much easier and more sensual. He was.