Anton assisted me down to the ground where I sat cross-legged with the baby in my arms who resumed suckling. Many women moved closer. The women spoke ...among themselves. Some touched my habit head-piece and veil. Anton whispered that they were curious how a strange woman was able to breast feed a stranger’s c***d.After quite a while, the chief returned with the other men. We were thankfully moved to the shade. The conversation between him and Anton became earnest. Anton glanced at me several. Then she rode me, driving my shaft up her pussy till my balls were nearly squashed. In and out she pumped. I held her by her hips and gripped her hard as she drove my cock deep insider herself.She turned and mounted me again. I held on to her huge tits as she rode my steed. She was plunging really deep – a sure sign that she was excited and well lubricated. I again grabbed her by the waist and urged her on. She came forward, held on to my shoulders and plunged herself on my erect shaft till my. The boat went off the radar. The boys were assumed dead.But here we were, my colleagues and I, floating off the shore of a small islet that was supposed to be uninhabited and…there were people. There were four of us—marine biologists from the college on the big island, plus the boat captain—and we watched in shock as two pale young men in loin cloths dashed into the underbrush.Sarah and I thought we should call the Coast Guard immediately. As the two women aboard, we didn’t feel like. " He actually turned fifty in January this year and is still swimming and in great shape.Twelve months ago I moved up to Queensland and while we couldn't meet up for sex like we used to, we kept in touch and he follows my sexual exploits on my blog.The Married Guy has been trying to arrange a 'business' trip up to Brisbane, the whole COVID thing hasn't helped, and last weekend we finally lined it up.Let me start from the beginning.....Thursday morning, ten AM and I pull up at the airport. I.