"Come on, it will just take a minute and it's too cold for you to set here, especially dressed like that." Craig said. He was right she thought, she w...as freezing and their car had to be warm. "Well ok if it won't take to long, my husband is waiting for me." she added to let them know she was married and had someone expecting her. She walked to their car and started to get in the back, "You'll have to ride up front with us the back seat is full of stuff." Craig said as he got in the drivers. "There's something else I can do for you though".He looked confused."Has anyone given you a blow job before?" I asked."No", he said. "Never." Would you like me to?" I asked him. I almost regretted the question the moment it left my lips. I felt so embarrassed the moment I'd asked the question, but I needn't have been.He responded by tugging at his shorts, trying to release his straining, erect penis. I realised with a pang that this would be my first ever blow job, and that I'd remember this. A boat's crew from some vessel, sailing by chance that way, might perhaps find a few chalky bones bleaching upon the white sand in the garish glare of the sunlight, but that was all."Aye, marooned," he answered, "on a small island you wouldn't give a spit for, Ah... please forgive me my language."They both nodded."Pray tell, and for how long were you abandoned on this island, and however did you manage to quit it?" Constance asked with keen interest."Five years," he answered almost too softly. Underneath it, she was wearing a white, strapless, push-up bra, and a tiny white thong. That explained why I hadn’t been able to see any pantylines through the dress. If the thing had been any smaller it would have gotten completely lost inside her. Then she came and sat on my knee, and we kissed again. My cock was so hard by this point that I’m sure it could have broken through a concrete wall. And I know that she could feel it poking against her tight little ass as she squirmed on my lap.I.