The Island, Chapter 30
Chapter 30 The morning sun was just lancing through the trees when a particularly loud birdcall woke me. My motions as I stirred must have roused Janie as well, since she gave my hand, still wrapped around her, a squeeze. Looking across the scattered remains of our dinner to the other side of the blanket, we beheld Joelle and Dkembe still asleep, he on his back and she curled at his side, snoring lightly. We both were fascinated by the fearsome sight of his cock, now flaccid, laying on his thigh. It was still over 7 inches long even though not erect, probably an inch and a half across, and now lightly covered in a white glaze of dried pussy juice, courtesy of my favorite nurse. “God, look at it,” Janie murmured, unconsciously pulling my …