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My dick was travelling them even at this time in the morning at their directions, and I just let it be for their fun. In my thinking of the night I estimated that I had planted two bellies that night making for a total of twenty-eight out of the apparent population of fifty. That left eleven weeks to do it, with few misfires on my part it would take about three months for me accomplish it, giving me about that time to make my escape if it became necessary. And it would unless I could solve the mystery of the missing fathers. With the remaining log sections, I put the girls to work, sawing up a lot more planks, asserted to be for raised beds, but several actually for a raft for my escape. I had holes drilled around the edges for them to be attached together and when they asked for the reason for this, I told them my first lie, it was for decoration I asserted. And reality they kept their questions over this to themselves. And when they discovered several of them disappeared from the proposed garden area, I asserted that they were getting special seasoning in the back of the cave and out of respect for me, they didn’t check this out. If they had they would have also seen the lianas that I was seasoning for the upcoming raft. After the next eleven weeks, I had become well established in my island home and had officially fulfilled my reproductive mandate. All of the females on the island were now pregnant by me, and my evenings with them were now riotous fun. They were now accommodated to my attentions to them with swollen bellies which seemed to them accelerated my interests instead of dimming them down as they expected. I was becoming increasingly nervous as to my eventuality with this in mind. So, when a minor rogue wave made itself known by the withdrawing of the waters on the other side of the cliff, which I heard, I reasoned it to be of a minor nature because of the low volume of sound coming over the hill and then sneaked out of my Big Boobs cabin in the night with two sleepy gals assured that I was just checking on something (third lie) and I moved to the beach to construct the raft from the supplies hidden there. Because of the nature of liana, they were stored in the back of the cave still and so I gathered enough of them for the binding and ran down the hill all the way to the beach. I pushed the planks out into the water in sequence and tied them together and with that done, I gathered up my mast and set out into the surrounding waters. Just as I passed the edge of the island, the second and lesser instalment of the rogue washed by and swept me far out to sea. As I looked back at my recent sanctuary, there were several evidently puzzled young women looking out at me and waving for me to come back. I gave them very friendly waves back, but continued on my course to hoped-for freedom and a reduced risk to my immediate life. I drifted in the currents for a couple of days with my reflective obsidian covered flag at full mast blinking in all directions, and it finally caught the attentions of a freighter and it sent out a longboat to retrieve me. When they got my sunburnt carcass on to the ship, they immediately moved me to sick bay and busied themselves in basting my cooked carcass with a number of emollients. As they asked my identity I was drowsy and being worked on, so I used my two hands on my chest to signal them my sailor’s I.D. number and on the second run through they got it. Then the medic put me under to miss out on a lot of pain. When I came to I was in a rest and recovery home in the Bahamas and facing a couple of grim faced company men who were about to pounce on me to discover what had happened to their ship. So, I told them about the rogue wave, the sinking ship, the dying men and my unexpected rescue and escape from an unknown island. I left out a babe lot of the personal details of my visit there. They looked a bit unsure of my story, but it passed a maritime review board and I got all of my past due and estimated sick leave, vacation pay and prorated sea pay for my missing months from the company with no complaint, as they recovered all of their loss through insurance and also took care of the families of the lost men. blonde Let me die doing something good, not the worthless thing that I am. The little pleasure that was there was replaced by more pain than before as the wolfs knot began to swell within his ass. It was only a few minutes later that he knew he wasn't going to last any longer. Zeus shivered a moment as he looked at the three of his siblings. She mixed things up by licking all around my penis to keep it blonde wet and to provide new sensations. She got into the truck, started it, and made a wide “U-Turn” in the middle of the road. That's what it is! Your helpless pussy is full of toothpaste. I have reality no idea how to even begin!” I love cock! As he gripped me babe tighter Big Boobs I knew he was going to shove his knot in me. I You're so big, much bigger than my fingers. I groaned as her hot flesh engulfed me. My back arched, the pleasure shooting through me. This heat spilled down my cock and flooded my cunt. Her feet were close enough to the ground that she could stand on tip-toe to relieve the pressure on her shoulders. Roman grinned.