Just... man, there are no words"With that I did a little pirouette and he said, "Stop, oh Lord, your backside, your beautiful ass, what a sight. I hav... dreamed of looking at that for a long time, and you know it. I know you catch me looking all the time."I was totally embarrassed, but flattered by his words. I finished my turn and sat on the sofa stretching my legs out as he turned and sat perched on the arm looking over me.I had become more aware of how well put together I was in recent. OK, the thing about the cat, probably not. But I’d gobble or be gobbled by Danny or Mom or Ruth or David, for sure. Maybe someday even Dad. As it turned out, this time Danny and Mom did the honors.The day after Danny and I experimented and Mom pegged Danny for the first time, it was my turn with Danny. “Go slow,” Mom told me, and I did at the beginning. Maybe the fake cock marital aid didn’t have any feelings but my eyes and my ears and my hips and sex and Danny’s hips and muscles transmitted. Just one set. Rather small, delicate feet. It made me wonder if someone had pulled in to the shore here before sailing on around the cliffs to the other side of the island. I made up my mind to have a look the next day–today–but it’s still early. I’m just having coffee. And wondering whose footprints those were and if she is still on the island. December 27 Yesterday I saddled up Pina, one of the Marquesan ponies I keep here, and rode the ridge trail up to the collapsed cone of the ancient. Yet here he was, dreaming of the role he would play.He imagined himself pulling her by her ankles across the filthy wet mattress and forcing his manhood into her gaping anus, hammering her with all of his strength while the other guys took turns forcing her to suck them off until she vomited. He imagined pulling her hair and smacking her makeup-smeared face, calling her a filthy whore and ramming his cock into her mouth. The gargling sounds of choking she would make and the foaming bubbles.