Our bodies were changing. In time, we felt the change... was complete. Running back... we found our bodies would now let us near the dinghy... grabbin...g the ropes we pulled and pulled..."It's no good! We're too weak! Our legs are... but are arms are too..."Screaming in frustration, Nigel... Nita had to let the dinghy go. A wind caught it and it was carried off... Our hormones seemed to effect us. We couldn't stay angry. Soon we just felt sad... we held each other and sobbed. And, still crying. It's not that I was so big, I just liked to feel my cock slide into a tight cunt, and I liked to think that the women felt the same way. Lately, I have been getting feedback sensations from the bystanding women as well as the woman I was actually fucking. That added quite a bit to the overall feeling of the fuck, and it was a wonderful thing for us all.I bottomed out and began to stroke out and in with a moderately slow and steady rhythm. Unless they were really hot, all of my women liked for. I felt a bit embarrased by her forwardness but was getting very excited at the same time, and my cock was pulsing hard. She leaned forward putting her glass down on the coffee table, then reached over placing her hand on my leg. My cock was now standing at attention as she rubbed my leg, "I think I can help you take care of that." she said as she slid her hand under the leg of my shorts taking a firm grip on me. I moaned as she fondled my stiff cock, she moved closer and planted a wet kiss on. She cried out, but with the gag in place it came out heavily muffled."You fucking slut, wanting cock all the time!" I yelled out. "Look at you with a plug up your ass and cum all over your face, wanting more cock. Fucking whore!"She moaned again and my thrusts became more forceful. It was an erotic site: with each thrust, the nipple chain jingled. Her sphincter clenched and unclenched around the butt plug. Her pussy juices were flowing freely now, coating everything. The ball gag muffled her.