Slingshot

"Dezko, honey," Windi mewled, "Will you help me down?"

He did, getting several handfuls of Windi's half-naked body in the process, then disappeared mysteriously for a while, while Windi and I put our gear away.

"Think he's... you know... relieving himself?" Windi giggled, "And I mean more than just taking a leak..."

I had to admit that it wouldn't be the first time.

Showing amazing balance in that body that defies description (and more than a few laws of physics), Windi seemed as at home on the big Ashrock as she does on the set of Ola Carnipelago...

"This place is so... phallic... I'm, like, getting turned on up here..."

So were we... but it wasn't because of the rocks...

"You gonna catch me if I fall, Dezko?"

It was a question that came up often, and again when Windi smirked at the sling we put her in for this session.

"When are you just going to take nudie pics? I mean... not like this thing leaves much to the imagination!"

Oh, those Imperial Regulations...

Windi pranced about the craggy little island nook with the agility of a cat...

Sure enough. A case of Moon Island Rum.

"Don't pretend you didn't know what he was bringing, Mr. Dexino."

"Deximo. And no, I didn't."

"Oh, so it wasn't your plan to get us cocked out of our minds so you could maybe get your big paws all over one of us?"

"Of course, not!"

"Aw... too bad then..."

To be continued?

Deximo began giving Gigi a little lecture and a bit of a history lesson about why she shouldn't do pornography in Carnipelago. And he was quite convincing... to me, anyway. Gigi?

"Well, then I guess I'll just have to visit Moon Island. Too bad you don't want to come with me..."

"I'll think about it. Can we get a couple more shots? I'll take my chances with that little...um... thing you have on..."

"Yay!"