Things didn’t look good as there appeared to be several storms brewing out in the North Pacific and we’d likely see them coming at us one after th...e other with only a few days reprieve between storms.“Wally, got your ears on?” came a call from my two-way radio.That was my friend Ben, on the main island. He told me that there had been reports of an ocean going sailboat having been disabled and that it was somewhere in our area. He asked me to keep an eye out and if I spotted anything to let him. ‘The pressure upon my pulled and wrapped cleavage as well as the volume of seed thus deposited made the offering thus described seem to last for well over a minute, although I am sure it did not for this would be a record amongst men and though my king is so very amazing in so many ways, I know him from the bed in more normal circumstances to spasm 4 to 5 times only before begin spent. ‘The volume of the offering on the other hand was so very great! I had intended to not swallow any of the. I just worry that it might be too much for you.”I sidled to the edge of the bed. “Oh yes. What was it that Helen called me? ‘One of Troy’s little wounded birds?’” He nodded. I got up from the bed, stood as tall as I could, and slowly ran my fingers through my hair before fixing him with a smoldering look. I heard a louder moan than before as I leaned over to give Troy a good view of my tits hanging in front of him.“Do I look like a little wounded bird to you, Troy?” His cock was standing. Then I heard the noise coming from the bedroom. I knew what it was, but couldn't believe it. I walked in and there on the bed was Sarah, fucking my so-called best friend, Joe. He was just coming and Sarah was screaming out how good it felt.It took them a few seconds before they saw me. Joe looked shocked and pulled his cum-covered dick out of my woman, and I hit him hard in the kidney area. He fell off of her and onto the floor. I hit him a few more times, scraping my knuckles when I bloodied.