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 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 fuck 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. They got a lot of kudos for that in the media, but after all it wasn’t really their money anyway. After a few weeks I was on my feet again and I decided to pass away some time on the beach to collect my thoughts as to what I would do from then on. I had a very nice nest egg, that I wasn’t going to draw upon, maybe I would move to Florida and invest in a couple of McDonald’s outlets and live the ‘Life of Riley,’ I supposed. But on my second day of leisure in port, as I was walking through the market place I saw a familiar face. It was Beliga, one of the girls that I slept with the first night. Yeah, slept with!!! She saw me immediately and waved for me to join her on a bench in a public area right there. So, I feeling secure then, moved over and took her up into a furious hug. She returned it with her own. And we settled down to do some explaining. She told me that after I had disappeared that they had all gathered together to understand why I had left them. One of my favorite girls, actually her, had mentioned that I had learned of the disappearances of the previous men to visit the island and then Sheena, the leader did a face palm and said, “Of course! With no explanation of those sex men’s disappearances, he was in fear for his life! Oh my God, we should have told him enough to put that fear away.” Then she told me that I was being invited to come back and reside with them as long as I wanted. I told her that I would seriously consider that, but in the meantime, I invited her to move to Florida with me for a couple of years and then I would decide what I would be willing to do after that. She readily did that, and her baby was thus born as a couple U.S. citizen which could be useful to both of us in the future. And by some means, unknown to me, she was accounted as a citizen of the Bahamas with a passport to prove it, for our leaving to the U.S. We lived there for the two years, during which I wrote this account and had it stored for future consideration of the press young after a determined time interval. If, I survive this as I am confident that I am that I will, I will sometime send out a message to the press that I am still alive and well. NOTE: In 2006, a letter was received by the editor of the Miami Herald with the following message. “I, Francis Alvarez am still alive and well on my secret island. This is a picture of my two now adult children and their mother, my wife Beliga. I am very happy here and very well as you can see. Evidently living among homemade these people stalls out the aging process, because I appear now pretty much as I did when I first arrived, except for some remarkable sun burn scars from my escape attempt. Included are some pictures with current calendars to back up my assertions. And I did find out what happened to the earlier male visitors to the island. They just couldn’t settle down to a matriarchy society, so they were targeted mind washed and transferred to shore in good shape, none the aware of what had happened to them. Since, I am only the third of three men on the island, the other two being my sons born here of women other than my wife (the first in their memories) they have added me as a respected advisor to the Board of Ladies, all that I would want anyway with my teaching of the children my languages and gardening methods to keep me very busy. OK. And keep the leg up and out of the water.” She helped homemade me into the bath and left looking flushed. I leaned my body into her so she could feel my big, thick cock. She rolled off of Ruri and settled down beside the blue-haired girl. I shuddered as I snuggled up beside him, Sam on the other side of my husband, sleeping like an angel herself. Accepting that mental image as a challenge I spread my limber thighs even wider and gently pressed my hips forward onto his snout. My daughter sucked so hard. Hate to see him in a dark alley.” Greg said, staring out the back window. Baxter grew ever more curious, and moved closer, sniffing Matt’s balls from about four to five fingers of distance. More tendrils slammed against the portcullis bending it out of shape. fuck I’m surprised the vet didn’t notice.” Twin lumber and young canvas structures painted to resemble Greek columns added dimension and depth to the illusion. It really hurt me to hear her say that to another man. She further said she wanted to coax at least three orgasms out of him. He dipped his head and flexed the muscles couple in his back and shoulders for a moment, before meeting Lily's eye again. His mouth is on my nipples suckling sex as he thrusts his hips fucking his big cock into my tight slit. "Mindy are you about ready?