Peter Houston — the only one of the three who had ever personally visited Sally Island — cautioned that it would be difficult to access the tiny a...oll, even with a seaplane, and that staying in the area for more than a few hours would be unsafe. Coral just below the surface would make it dangerous to leave the seaplane in place for more than a few hours.I arranged for a plane, the largest available of its type, on the following day. I would fly to Sally Island with a crew of two men, led by. And then he heard Armisen, his calm sexy voice as he had never imagined it, twisted into a growl, a snarl. He was no longer a man--he was a beast. An animal. “You like Daddy’s dick?”“Uh-huh…”“Tell me how much you like Daddy’s dick…”“I--fucking--love it--Daddy…”Carson was hard as a rock. He looked down at the tray. There was no way he was going to interrupt this session. He started to lower the strawberries and rosé to the ground when he noticed the brass doorknob jingling with every thrust. And. I was about to come when I pulled it out and shot cum all over her face. After she clean up we went upstairs to her room. I had her take all her clothes off, I took mine off and was starting to get hard again. I was playing with her little tits and rubbing her pussy. I went down kissing hers titties belly and down to the top of her sweet little pussy I started licking her pussy lips sticking my tounge inside her cunt and licking she was getting off time and time again We both got off really. We’d agreed to get inebriated, but not annihilated, so we could enjoy what we’d denied ourselves for what felt like forever.Out of habit, or maybe just because it felt so good, we treated each other to some oral pleasure minus the orgasms. We were saving that wedding night climax for the real deal.Even though alcohol had eliminated any inhibitions and the fact that neither of us were virgins, waiting that year had, indeed, made us a little nervous about how our first time in a long time would.