All she could do was to scream in ecstasy. She was surprised at herself for screaming in such away. She’d never been able to let go like that before... Then again she’s never been eaten out in broad day light out in the middle of nowhere. Usually they were hiding from parents or siblings. The feeling was unbearable. So she screamed as her body moved involuntarily. Suddenly she felt her insides contract in a most unusual way and felt the urge to pee. She tried to stop him by pushing on his head. “Not far west of Jackson, Mississippi. I’ll make Tuscaloosa no problem.”They talked for nearly an hour on the phone about the usual stuff. Likes, dislikes and the like. They also flirted with each other heavily with overt sexual connotations and obvious underlying double-meanings. He rose to the occasion while she got hot down under. “I don’t know about you my dear but I’m about to bust. I need to pull off and take a break.” He said.“What’s the matter? Am I too hot to handle?” she said. The island where they landed was like an oasis in the desert. The land was lush and the beach was pristine. There were no gas-powered vehicles and a huge hotel flanked the shores. It was the Island of Dewees and it was part of the Gullah Sea Islands that existed mostly in a time warp of traditional African culture and antebellum aesthetics. It was like something out of a Margaret Mitchell novel. The Black population of the island spoke fluent Gullah, a Creole language Charles had never even. "I was only pretending to be asleep so you wouldn't notice what I was doing. I've never seen anyone use quite the same technique as you, do you mind if I watch?" I guess not," Stella said uncertainly as she stopped fussing with her blankets and tried to relax on top of them as she started stroking her pussy again."Do you have a boyfriend, Leyla?" Stella asked as she used one hand to play with her tits and the other one to stroke her clit and pussy lips."No," Leyla admitted as she ran her.