But, sometimes I couldn't help it. I'd seen him on the fields with his shirt off before and imagined approaching him with water while he was working, ...he sweat making his back glisten. Abigail's fingers pulled up across my lips, a generous layer of lube easing her passage over my clit. A soft moan escaped from my throat."What are you thinking about?" Abigail asked me, as she often did. Sharing my erotic thoughts with her heightened the experience."Michael, shirtless in the field, his back wet. ‘i can’t stand it anymore, please fuck me…’ Tyrone stood up and walked behind her. ‘You know that this is going to make you a horny little fuckdoll, right? A slutty little bimbo?’ ‘yes, i want that now, i can’t fight your magic penis, please…’ Tyrone slid into her. ‘OhhhHHHHhhh…oh, god, tyrone, your magic penis feeels soo gOOOOoodd…’ Tyrone kept pumping away at her, receiving tiny squeaks of pleasure. ‘Does it feel good to become a slutgirl, baby? I’m literally fucking your brains out, now,. .I'm ill" "Im fucking talking....keep fucking sucking. It's not a bastard discussion!" "Sssorry Al" over the years we've developed our 'needs'. Now....you are one of those 'needs'.....haha. Your nothing more than a plaything 'need'. Haha.....what the fuck now?!" He exclaimed as the phone rang again. "What! No calls I said.!" It's your wife again...says your mobile keeps going to voice mail" Oh ok....fuck, it's on silent. Oh my god!" He looked with horror on his face, as he realised what he'd. The only time the harbor flushed was during a storm and the weather had been decentNeither one of them smelled good after the plunge.In the future, the near future, islanders were going to die because of the water.She had no intention, the thought of helping him out of the water never crossed her mind. The wharf had steps cut in every so often, he made his way to a set and slopped up the steps. He untied the boat, fired up the diesel and putted out of the harbor and up the coast.Finding clean.