Our tits and pussiesespecially were covered with huge water blisters, and they were extremely sensitiveto even the slightest touch. I tried to remembe... what was edible on these islands. Fiddle heads of fernscould be used. We munched on some. The fruits of yucca were also edible, butI had never eaten them raw. We tried a few of them. After dark as we decidedwe needed to try and find help. Barefoot it was too difficult to go acrossthe island so we returned to the beach, stopping to drink deeply. It was supposed to be a great big surprise. He'd alwaysliked surprises.As he walked slowly towards that small group I intended him to join,his body began slowly changing. His transformation was an absolutenecessity for my scheme to succeed. He simply couldn't have joinedthem the way he'd looked before. He would have stuck out like a bigsore thumb.By the time he'd reached the halfway point between where he'd beenand where he was going, he was no longer recognizably himself. Buteven as pervasive. I inserted my fingers inside her bra and started playing with her tits. They were hard and poking already. She helped me remove her bra and alas her 36D boobs were hanging without any support. I immediately started sucking one boob and pressed the other one. She was enjoying it completely. While sucking her boobs I started rolling my left hands on her tummy and waist and opened the belt of her jeans. She tried resisting but gave up finally. Then she removed her jeans and here she goes she was. She massaged his swollen prick, hard and throbbingly eager to enter her elderly pussy. Without a word, George rolled on top of her. Without thinking, I grasped George’s throbbing cock and guided it into my wife’s slippery hole, surrounded by the gray public hair. I was, I realized, now a hands-on conspirator in my own cuckolding. George’s cock seemed to burn my fingers, as I brought it to my wife’s slit. ‘That’s lovely,’ cried Angela, ‘Push! It’s up me! Oh! Fuck me! Fuck me good!’ Beside myself.