I looked down and Ken was sporting his morning wood. His cock was so big, hard and magnificent. I couldn’t resist, I had to take it in my hands ...nd put my mouth on it. Ken woke up and smiled. He pulled me up onto of him and had me lower myself on his swollen cock. I slowly lowered myself until I felt his balls against my ass. I didn’t move for the longest time, wanting to savoir the feeling inside me. I started to move up and down on him. He was so hard. He moved his hands up and. It was wet. She was moaning slightly. I took her ass and put my finger through it and she left a high moan (aaaaah..).She then took my cock and started licking it all over and slowly put it in her mouth and sucking..After sucking she placed my cock in between her large boobs and stroking it. I was about to cum and I did it in her mouth. She swallowed it and we started kissing again.I took my cock and started pushing it inside her cunt and stroked it missionary style she was moaning and said I. Bending forward until my face was laying on the desk, my ass pushed back into the air. I parted my high heels, spreading my legs, and then reached back, hooking my fingers in the hem of my dress and slid it up the back of my thighs and over my hips. He stepped behind me, quietly standing there for a moment just admiring me in this vulnerable position. I then felt him step up behind me, his finger hooking in the strip of my panties that ran up from between my legs, and pulling them to the side.. The villagers were an offshoot of a fairly common branch of the Polynesian people. Based on their styles in dress, their techniques with wood and shell, and the way certain words were used, they had been isolated some 300-400 years before. Kahimi confirmed this one night when they got him talking about the history of the island.The villagers had learned the trick of fermenting a local yam into a more than tolerable brandy. Kahimi came by the hut every so often at night with a large woven jug.