I drew my real phone, my fingers were already working on the group text to send out when I knocked on the door to Elisabet’s office. She muttered so...ething. I opened the door to find her sitting at her desk, glasses perched on her nose. Her blonde hair spilled about her mature and lovely face.“Clint, do you have that—”“My family and I are about to be arrested,” I said. “Judge Coburn’s signing the warrants right now.”“Oh,” she said, the color draining from her cheeks. “Okay.”I finished typing my. Skillfully, she moved from my sack to my shaft gently stroking my new found hardness, fabric and all. What a wonderfully toned ass, I said to myself while I looked down upon it. It yearned for a quick slap, which I gladly executed. Oh my, she exclaimed… you are excited!I laughed… I want to fuck you right now, I said. She turned and looked into my eyes then massaged my dick further with long sensual strokes. She smiled; I then felt my zipper vibrate downward. I smiled back as she discovered. She was visiting and comparing notes, as young mums do, when she mentioned the problem, and Laura told her about the solution. Greta had to try. So I had even more milk to turn into cheese. Greta didn't produce on quite the scale that Laura did, but I made up a second set of cups so that they could sit together, and twice a day they did just that, after I had milked the sheep and sterilised the pipes.Small communities being what they are, it wasn't long before I had to call another island. I watched with a wave of pleasure as the stranger’s eyes dropped from mine to the space between my legs where my fingers pressed hard at my wet pussy. I knew he couldn’t see much from his angle, but I wanted him to have no doubt that I was touching myself. And I wanted him to know I was touching myself for him. I wished to God I hadn’t been wearing panties. I wished I could lay back and spread my legs and show myself to this stranger. I wished he would kneel down and bend toward my wet pussy…I.