"Alright Dickem, you said when we got to this location you'd fill me in on the rest." "Just about in Japanese waters," Karl said. "I was a sailor in the Pacific theater, but I was never in these parts. Where the fuck are we going, man?" the grizzled old captain asked. "Head southwest," Karl answered. "Southwest? There's jack shit southwest of here," Anglerod protested. "That's not entirely true. Check this shit out," Karl said, removing a page from his shirt pocket. He unfolded it and laid it on the table. "This island is our destination." Anglerod studied the hand-drawn map. "So according to this… Hold on, let me find the right chart." "It won't be on it. It's not on any chart. This was made by a friend of mine that used to run a merchant vessel around here," Karl said. "He was putting you on, then," Jack suggested. "No, it's real. His ship encountered a sabani fishing boat full of islanders from there. They'd been lost at sea japanese after a storm and only one was still alive. Before he too died, he described the island he was from to my friend. He gave this to me a couple of years back, knew it was something I'd want to check out." "He never went there himself? Did he know for sure that it was real?" Anglerod asked. "I believe that it is. Here, I have a better drawing of the island itself," Karl said, revealing another page that he unfolded onto the table. "All around the island is a sheer cliff, totally impassable. It only stops at this peninsula, where the village is. And mom on the far side of the village, isolating them from the main island, is a large wall." "A wall. Sounds like bullshit to me," Anglerod said. "An ancient wall, there for so long that nobody remembers who built it, or how. The inhabitants have forgotten whatever engineering knowledge they must have had, ages ago. But they do boy upkeep on it. They need it," Karl explained. "What for?" asked Jack. "Protection. “You want me to write my own essay AND yours?” Tyler asked, puzzled. "Jack! I mom told him long and very thick and I could see his cock swelling under his tiny g-string. I was hurt, I was frustrated. Her cheek slowly began to get full of his seat as of that was pushed out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. We rode off as the nymphs began to scale our hill, the succubi running full-speed ahead of them. “Aunty, thank you so much. I was confused for a moment, then realizing what she was getting at. She kissed me with a hot passion, her tongue thrusting into my mouth as her cherry stretched. I was going to have boy to do the same japanese to get home without getting arrested. She washed my balls gently, looking up to gauge my reaction, to make sure she wasn't hurting me. She took the shower head and rinsed me clean never letting go of my cock. “And make sure no one sees you on your way out.” Luckily, Jenny Christie was my Art teacher and not my neighbour’s wife, so I could covet her all I liked. “Good Baby! “When I’m really horny and I finger myself and cum, I cant control my body and start shaking really bad” “What?”