Max had picked some beautiful looking fruit: mangoes, passion fruit, guava and bananas. Max opened a passion fruit and tipped half the contents into h...is mouth. ‘Want some?’Brenda opened her mouth, Max gently poured the inside of the passion fruit onto Brenda’s tongue. The taste of the sweet fresh flesh was heavenly as she swallowed the fruit. Max then sliced up the guava, jestered for Brenda to open her mouth and slowly placed the fruit on her tongue, again the fresh flavours sent her taste. “Please?”Ian lowered his head once again and took his thick mushroom cock head between his lips. He heard Sally moan and he looked up. Sally had her head back and eyes half closed. Her hand was rubbing at her pussy and as Ian’s eyes trailed down curvy plump body, first her massive breasts, then her tummy and finally her pussy. When he saw what she was rubbing, his eyes widened. Her ‘clit’, and he only knew it by reputation, was large and Sally was rubbing it with ferocity.Ian moaned with her,. At least not from before the accident. He remembered writing the scene in which Quigley had picked up a squealing captive, over his shoulder, and carried her to his cabin. Before he thought things through, he moved towards Lulu, bending over. His right shoulder impacted her stomach as her hands tried to ward him off but missed and slid along his back. Effortlessly he straightened. She wasn't as heavy as her solid frame looked.She squealed most satisfactorily."Put me down!" she yipped, with what. I mean he acted scared I would tell but I didn’t because he said he was so sorry.”“I was home? Where in hell was I?”“I think you were mowing the lawn.”“How long was it before he came on to you again?”“Maybe a month. That time he didn’t attack, he told me before I went to bed that he was coming with me. Daddy, I didn’t say no, I didn’t try to stop him because I thought it would be better if I didn’t fight him like before. I didn’t want to but I was scared not to so we went to bed.