As soon as we got home, Lynda was on the phone. You can do lots of clean-up between fucks at the island if you like. “That’s exciting! You can spend those nights in your own room.”
“This is primarily a fishing excursion for the guys. That little pussy of yours was made for this, it’s just not been properly broken in. I’ll do anything for you; and would do just about anything to see you with another man’s cock thrusting in your pussy; as long as it’s just sex, no emotional involvement,” I cautioned. The ads were exciting Lynda. No need to hide anything. She sucked my cock most of the way home and was thrilled when I told her about the young couple in a pickup next to us at the stoplight, intent on watching her. The added perk of fertility assistance made it particularly interesting; but we had serious doubts about it. Her pussy was still gaping open, obviously seeking something much larger than my skinny dick. Momentarily, he was there with a new Maserati, ready to follow our old Ford Escort station wagon to the house.
