I used to live in SW FL. On the edge of Estero Bay to be precise. Had a boat and did a lot of fishing. One afternoon I, and my wife at the time, hit the water for a little fishing etc. Now, there was a lot of little islands in the bay and I pulled over and beached the boat on one. I was horny and that was that. We hit the sand and started the foreplay.
Now, I noticed that the island was the home of LOT of Fiddler Crabs. They were skittering to and fro, but when it got down to fucking I noticed that when I withdrew, they skittered in, and when I plunged they ran away. Soon enough I was fucking her to see what the crabs did. I'm more than certain she was thinking, "What in the FUCK is he doing?"
Eventually she got used to the different way she was getting fucked and climaxed, and that took me over the edge as well.
There's no end to the things you can learn from observing nature.
Now, I noticed that the island was the home of LOT of Fiddler Crabs. They were skittering to and fro, but when it got down to fucking I noticed that when I withdrew, they skittered in, and when I plunged they ran away. Soon enough I was fucking her to see what the crabs did. I'm more than certain she was thinking, "What in the FUCK is he doing?"
Eventually she got used to the different way she was getting fucked and climaxed, and that took me over the edge as well.
There's no end to the things you can learn from observing nature.
