Much to my surprise, I was not plagued by nightmares of throbbing dicks or being beaten up for rejecting some bloke's sexual advances that night. In f...act, I slept very well. The shock of course came on the following morning when I saw the multicoloured bruise on my cheek and lower eyelid. It was still tender, but not nearly as tender as it had been.My breasts were now breast-sized and as for which size, I have no idea. Let's just say, they're generous handfuls, going by the size of my hands.. The uneven ground beneath the tent had cooled her, but as he snuggled up to spoon with her, she felt his body heat warm her back. She laid her head over his right arm as he held her close with his right hand on her left breast. His left hand remained free to run softly caressing fingertips everywhere from her knee to her neck. Holding her close, his hardness pulsed against the cleft of her cheeks, its wet tip touching the small of her back. He softly stroked her and whispered in her ear how. "Wait a minute," she implores. "I'm not letting you do that." Yeah?" I remind her. "Then maybe we'll just have to give the police a call and let him know what you've been doing." Fingerfuck yourself, honey," Sean instructs. "Just keep it up."Darlene crams her finger into her cunt. She forces it in and out, obeying them. But at the same time it feels good. Her juices drip out of her pussy. Her black panties are still stretched across her smooth thighs and the pressure on her skin feels good.I. A minute later, I heard him splashing to his feet, and I felt the crunching scrape of the tender on the shell-studded sand below me. I pulled the oars in, and climbed out of the boat, alongside the stranger as we waded in the shallows and heaved the tender higher onto the shore together. Then I turned and looked at him.“Are you hurt? What were you doing out there?” I scanned him up and down looking for blood and bruising. “Did your boat sink?”I walked round him as he stood in the still water,.