Jimson, but I do not want to be any trouble. I am called John Wilson. Just call me John." You ain't no trouble, John. You can call me Josh. Come on in...and meet the folks."Josh led me into the house—it was much too large to be called a cabin. I found out why when I met the family. Besides Mr. and Mrs. Jimson, there were 11 children, ranging in age from Josh, 15, down to Emily, who was still a nursing infant. They had enough people to fight off a good size Indian attack.I sat down and drank a cup. ” His rock hard cock pushed against the soft skin of my stomach. “I want to pour hot candle wax all over you.” He ran his tongue all over my naked body. “You want to do what?” I grinned, not sure if it was the alcohol affecting my judgment or my inner slut coming out as I imagined him pouring the scorching hot wax from the white candle all over my flesh. “Have you ever had a guy drip wax on to you before?” “No.” “You'll like it.” He brushed brushed two fingers past my clit and I let out a moan. I stepped out of the wood, suddenly face to face with the evening sun that was hovering above the horizon, and a few feet in front of me the ground ended abruptly — fifty feet below me lay a small bay, and, maybe five hundred feet away, the sea. I had finally reached the other side of the island!I had to admit, though, that from what I could see it did not hold many promises for someone seeking hardly less than a miracle salvation. Could I even get down to that bay? There seemed to be no way to. She's going wild.”My wife sucked up my dick, my cock throbbing. The pleasure's ache spread up my dick. This wonderful heat built and built. My heart pounded in my chest. My toes curled as the heat surged through me.My cum fired into her mouth. I groaned as my orgasm spilled pleasure through my body. Rapture shot through me as my jizz flooded her. Her cheeks bulged. Then she swallowed, her green eyes fluttered up at me. She moaned as she gulped down my spunk. She swallowed with such.