I came back to Jennifer and our Humvee."We're an island now. The question is, where is high tide? I don't know and don't remember where the tide was b...efore."Jennifer looked worried, but said, "I don't remember either. If it's low tide, we could run out of land. Is that your concern?" Right. After that, we will have to figure out how to get out of here. We will have to leave the Humvee unless the water goes way down. It looked deep at both ends of our island." Okay, why don't you get us set up. I’m not a fan of being pounded, but some solid stokes are welcome. With both average and large cocks I like him to come to orgasm, and perhaps mine to happen too, with him on top, me on my back, legs spread, my eyes watching his face as he builds, wishing for his desperate kisses, holding him as he spends himself in me.For me, a gay face in orgasm is a piece of art, a joy, something to be cherished. Yay for the big ones: eyes bugging, mouth open in rictus, tongue out, spit, saliva and snot all. "Well, okay, I guess," I answered in a somewhat shaky voice, and as I said that our eyes met, and although my daughter still had that look of total innocence, I sensed that we were about to embark on something that was totally taboo to society and that she realized it too.She then stood up, and briefly turned to face me, giving my eyes time to swallow up that beautiful frontal picture, her cream-colored skin glistening from the bath water, which covered her body. It was all that I could do to. I might want to get one. Mind if I look at it closer?"I said, "I'll get you one. It would look good on you."He grimaced at me. "Not for me. For Kirsten. She keeps complaining about the one that's she's wearing. She says that it's chafing her. It's leather, and it absorbs water when she bathes. What's that one made of?" Titanium."He examined it. Carol sat very still. She was very proud of her collar and didn't mind the attention now that she knew that Peter wouldn't hurt her."How does it fasten?.